The cozy corner booth at Violet Bloom Café had once been a haven—a safe little nook where three women shared laughter, plans, and heartfelt secrets over lavender tea and lemon scones. But today, the atmosphere was different.
Tense. Heavy.
Emily sat opposite Eleanor and Rebecca, cupping her chai latte with both hands, the warmth of the mug doing little to calm the chill in her bones. She hadn’t slept well. Her mind was still haunted by Raymond’s sudden reappearance… and Oliver’s reaction.
Eleanor, ever elegant with her low bun and polished coat, leaned forward, studying Emily’s pale face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Rebecca, sharp-eyed and vibrant, gave her a concerned glance. “What happened? You’ve barely touched your croissant.”
Emily finally set the mug down, fingers trembl
