Clara’s pov
The decision didn’t arrive with a speech or a dramatic moment.
It showed up while I was tying my apron the next morning and realized I’d stopped checking the window for letters that weren’t coming.
Marnie noticed first. She handed me the coffee pot and said, “You’re standing differently.”
“I’m standing like someone who slept four hours.”
“No. You’re standing like someone who finally put something down.” She studied my face over the rim of her own mug. “The letter thing last night?”
“Destroyed it. Didn’t send it. Doesn’t matter anymore.”
She made a quiet sound that might have been approved and nodded toward the floor. “Good.
Now stop polishing the same section of counter and go take table four before Frank starts complaining about the weather and the service in the same
