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. The girl across from her had stopped crying. She was staring out the window now, watching the rain trace slow fingers down the glass. candid-v3
The rain didn’t bother Lena anymore. It just made the city sound like it was thinking. Her coffee had gone cold twenty minutes ago
She looked down.