Sophia
The morning air was crisp, laced with the smell of dew and freshly baked bread from the baker down the street.
I walked toward the little restaurant, clutching my shawl tighter around my shoulders, feeling the baby stir within me.
Each morning was becoming more exhausting than the last, but at least work kept my mind from drifting into places I didn’t want to go.
But that morning… something was different.
As I approached, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Across the street, standing proud and new, was a gleaming coffee shop. Its polished wooden sign caught the morning light: Moonville Coffee & Brews.
The paint was still fresh, the scent of roasted beans drifting across the road in thick waves that made my stomach flutter.
The windows sparkled, and neat little tables lined the
