Dahlia
The small café where Bastian and I agreed to meet was empty, save for a few patrons scattered in the corners. I picked a booth in the back, hoping for some privacy. My fingers curled around the edge of my cup, but I didn’t take a sip. I was too focused, too tense, trying to keep the storm of emotions inside me from spilling out. This was it—the moment I had to cut Bastian out of our lives for good.
I heard the door open and close. I didn’t need to look up to know it was him. His presence was like a shadow—always there, looming over me and Kaida. It was time to put an end to it.
“Dahlia,” Bastian greeted me, his voice smooth, confident. He slid into the seat across from me, leaning back as if we were just catching up, like old friends. “I’m glad you called. I’ve been meaning to ta
