Sarah’s POV.
The cafe was cozy, with soft lighting and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.
Wesley was already seated at a corner table, his usual spot, looking relaxed and content.
As I walked in, I felt the tension in my chest grow. I’d been replaying Richard’s message in my mind over and over again, trying to make sense of it, but nothing sat right.
Could Wesley really be using me to get back at Richard? It seemed impossible. He had always been so kind, so supportive.
But then again, why would Richard make something like that up?
Wesley smiled as I approached the table, standing to greet me with a hug. His touch was normally comforting but it felt strangely foreign today. I forced a smile in return, but my mind was racing.
“Hey, you,” Wesley said, his vo
