Maya glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. The shop was still quiet, but her mind was racing with the day’s events. Ezekiel’s visit had stirred up more questions than answers, and the weight of his promises hung heavily in the air. She reached for a cup of tea she had brewed earlier, hoping the warmth would bring some semblance of comfort.
As she took a sip, the bell above the shop door jingled, announcing the arrival of a customer. Maya looked up, expecting a regular, but her eyes widened when she saw who walked in. Sofia, her sister, stood in the doorway, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.
“Maya, we need to talk,” Sofia said, her voice firm but gentle. She walked over to the counter and took a seat across from Maya.
Maya put down her cup, her mind still tang
