Fallon
The café was warm and bustling, the scent of fresh pastries and espresso filling the air. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the rustic wooden tables. It was the kind of place Mia and I had spent countless afternoons, sipping overpriced lattes and dissecting our lives in dramatic detail.
But today I was walking in as a married woman.
As Mrs. Callahan.
And only I knew how much of a lie that really was.
Mia spotted me first, her eyes lighting up as she shot out of her chair, practically bouncing on her heels. “Finally!” she squealed, pulling me into a tight hug. “Mrs. Callahan, back from paradise!”
I forced a smile. “Yep. Back.”
She pulled back, gripping my shoulders. “Let me look at you. You have that ‘freshly married, just honeymooned in l
