Savannah tied her apron tightly around her waist and sighed. The café smelled of fresh bread and strong coffee. It was warm inside, the soft sound of cups clinking mixing with voices of customers.
After leaving the laundry shop, Rosa had told her to rest, but Savannah knew she couldn’t sit at home all day. She needed to earn something, even if Adrian was helping her. She didn’t want to depend on him too much. That was how her problems with Nathaniel had started—being too dependent.
So when she found this café looking for extra help, she agreed. The pay was small, but at least she could do something with her hands and keep her mind busy.
“Savannah, table two needs a refill,” her new boss, a cheerful woman named Clara, called out.
Savannah smiled faintly, grabbed the pot, and wal
