AMARA
I had no choice but to cut Ashley’s fun short when I got that urgent call. My heart pounded as I rushed straight to the café, dreading what I might find.
But nothing could have prepared me for the chaos waiting there.
As I arrived, I froze for a moment, stunned. Strange men—wearing baseball caps pulled low over their faces and nose masks—were tearing the place apart like wild animals.
Tables were overturned, chairs smashed, and shards of glass littered the floor. The once-cozy café I’d poured my heart into now looked like the aftermath of a storm.
Outside, Soya stood with a few of our loyal customers who hadn’t left. They looked shaken, huddled together as they watched the destruction unfold helplessly. She looked completely defeated.
“Soya!” I called, rushing toward her with
