~ Becca ~
It started with a text.
No greeting. No buildup. Just audacity.
Lydia : We need to talk. In person. No Stephen.One hour. Riverside Café. Don’t be a coward.
I stared at the screen for a long second, then smiled.
Of course she wanted neutral ground. Public. Witnesses. Somewhere she could still pretend she was in control.
I didn’t reply right away. Let her sit in it. Let her spiral a little more.
Then I texted back.
Me: Fine.
Jace read it over my shoulder and swore. “Don’t go alone.”
“I’m not,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “I’m going to let her show everyone exactly who she is.”
By the time we walked into the café, Lydia was already there.
Waiting.
Fuming.
Perfect.
Lydia slaps her coffee onto the table so hard it jumps.
People turn. Cups rattle. Someone mutters “what
