The morning air was crisp, with a slight chill that settled on my skin. We had agreed to meet at a café in the center of town, and as I arrived, I observed the empty tables. Lydia had yet to arrive. I took a seat by the window, my eyes scanning the surroundings, waiting patiently.
Minutes ticked by, and finally, Lydia walked into the café, her presence commanding attention. With her confident stride, she approached the table, accompanied by a young boy whose eyes shone with curiosity. "Hey, sorry I'm late," Lydia greeted me, her words flowing effortlessly. "I was packing!"
I nodded, acknowledging her apology. My eyes darted towards the young boy beside her, sensing a connection. "Is this your son?" I asked, extending my hand in a casual greeting.
Lydia smiled warmly, her gaze filled wit
