A cozy corner café nestled in a quiet street in the city. It was late afternoon, the sun casting a golden hue through the large windows. Inside, the hum of low conversation and the comforting aroma of coffee and baked pastries fill the space.
Emily sat at a small round table in the back, stirring her cappuccino absently. Her face was drawn, her eyes tired but alert. Across from her were Eleanor, dressed elegantly as always but with a softness in her eyes, and Rebecca, casual in a denim jacket and scarf, sipping a green tea.
Rebecca spoke up, placing her hand on Emily’s.
“You look like you haven’t slept since… everything.”
Emily gave a tired smile. “That’s probably because I haven’t. I keep waking up thinking it was all just a nightmare. Then I open the news or my inbox and remember—nop
