Chapter 37
Daphne
The morning air was colder than I had imagined. When I woke up, the sound of the snow accumulating on the windows was the first reminder of where I was: San Francisco. I wrapped myself in a thick scarf before heading downstairs to the kitchen, where my mom was making coffee. Her movements were methodical and graceful, so different from my morning clumsiness.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said with a soft smile as she poured a cup and pushed it toward me.
"Good morning," I mumbled, sitting down at the table. The warmth of the cup in my hands was a comfort, but not enough to ease the knot in my chest.
I hadn’t slept well, and my mind kept spinning around Jake and his silence. After he left my message on read, I hadn’t heard from him again, and that emptiness was cons
