She set the phone face-down on the table. The girl across from her had stopped crying. She was staring out the window now, watching the rain trace slow fingers down the glass.
She looked down.
Lena took a long breath. The kind that fills your lungs all the way to the bottom. candid-v3
Her coffee had gone cold twenty minutes ago. She wasn’t drinking it. She was holding it, both hands wrapped around the ceramic like it was a tiny life raft. She set the phone face-down on the table
Read receipt. 2:47 PM.