Lorna walked into the Starbucks and saw Zoe at a corner table, with a glum expression and a couple of mugs. She smiled when she saw Lorna, though. Lorna made a gesture, pointing at her mugs and mouthing another? Zoe nodded.
A few minutes later, Lorna came to the table with a couple of lattes, sugar packs, and stirring sticks.
“Thanks,” Zoe said. “I should have asked for decaf. I’ve already had too much coffee today.” She busied herself adding sugar. Lorna gave her a moment, then spoke.
“So, I got your text, obviously.”
Need to talk. Meet me in this Starbucks. And a map location attached.
“Yeah. I…didn’t want to talk about it on the phone.”
“What’s wrong?” Lorna asked. She was scared, she’d admit it. Was this it? Was Zoe breaking up with her? But Zoe wasn’t the cowardly type who’d do
