LAURA’S POV
My mind kept drifting to the text I had received earlier. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t Elijah. I had seen his body. I couldn’t watch as they lowered it—I left without looking back. I was too shattered.
Nine p.m. was closing in. I wore a peach hoodie, a pair of black ripped jeans, and worn sneakers. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t flinch. I was getting used to the approaching winter.
I grabbed my keys, the cold metal clicking on my fingers and drove out. My mind buzzing with thoughts.
Deep down, I hoped it was Elijah. I felt my tummy twist unconformably. I was nervous and scared
The coffee shop was still open. The seats were empty—except for one. A man in a black hoodie, his head bowed, eyes glued to his screen.
I walked closer… then I saw the ring
