Abigail’s POV
The cab pulled up in front of Sasha’s café, and I quickly paid the driver before stepping out.
The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted me as I opened the door, instantly making me feel at ease.
Sasha’s café was a cozy little spot with mismatched furniture and an eclectic mix of music always playing in the background. It was my favorite place to unwind.
I spotted Sasha behind the counter, busy attending to a customer. Her back was turned to me as I made my way to a small table by the window, the one I always chose when I came here.
It had the best view of the street, where I could watch people pass by while enjoying my coffee.
As I sat down, I saw Sasha glance over her shoulder at me. I waved but she didn’t respond. Her lips were set in
