I was rushing through the café line when I spotted them.
Daniel—my husband.
And sitting across from him, Sophie—my cousin.
They were laughing, leaning in too close, their hands brushing over the table.
I froze. My phone buzzed in my pocket. A message from Daniel:
“Working late. Don’t wait up.”
My stomach dropped.
I took one step closer—then stopped.
I was rushing through the café when I spotted them.
Daniel—my husband.
And Sophie—my cousin.
They were leaning in close, laughing like they shared some private world I didn’t belong to. My chest tightened.
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Daniel:
“Working late. Don’t wait up.”
I froze. My blood ran cold.
I stepped closer, my shoes echoing on the café floor. Sophie noticed me first—her smile faded instantly, guilt flashing across her face. Daniel turned, his eyes widening in shock.
“Emily? W-what are you doing here?” he stammered.
I held up my phone, the message still glowing on the screen.
“You tell me.”
The café fell silent around us.
