The days following my conversation with Jeff were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His confession had reopened wounds I thought had healed, leaving me questioning everything. I needed clarity, and there was only one person I trusted to provide an unfiltered perspective: Chelsea.
We met at our favorite café, a cozy nook nestled between towering office buildings. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of baked pastries, creating a comforting atmosphere. Chelsea was already seated at our usual corner table, her eyes scanning the menu.
"Hey," I greeted, sliding into the seat across from her.
She looked up, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey yourself. You look like you haven't slept in days."
I sighed, stirring the sugar into my coffee. "That's because I haven't. It's Jeff."
Chelsea's expression shifted to one of concern. "What did he do now?"
I recounted our conversation in the park, detailing his admission of regret and his desire to rekindle what we onc
