Abby Winters Darcy Diana May 2026

Across the street, a coffee shop glowed amber through the storm. And there, in the window, was Diana.

Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound. She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Then sit. Darcy’s always late.” Abby winters darcy diana

Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting. Across the street, a coffee shop glowed amber

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious. Across the street