Amelia’s POV
The morning sun streamed through the café’s windows, its warmth doing little to ease the tension I felt. Last night’s events played over and over in my mind—the panic, the fear, and my anger at Daniel. I wasn’t sure how I’d face him if he showed up again, but a part of me knew I owed him an apology for yelling at him.
As the morning rush began to subside, the bell over the door jingled, pulling my attention from the espresso machine. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him—Daniel, striding in with that easy confidence he’d always carried.
His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face held that same unreadable expression I remembered from years ago. But this time, there was something different—a warmth in his eyes as he scanned the room before landing on me.
“Good morning
