One Month Later“Yes, ma’am, you ordered a cappuccino and a croissant,” Melody said, her voice warm but steady despite the lingering fatigue in her bones. “Here you go.”The young woman in front of her smiled, clearly pleased, and took the tray with a quick thank you before stepping aside to make room for the next customer. Melody watched her go for a second, before she allowed herself to exhale. That had been her last order before her break, and she could feel it deep in her shoulders, in her lower back, in the slow, constant heaviness that came with carrying not just a business, but a life inside her.“Alright, guys, I’ll be in the kitchen,” she called over her shoulder, already untying the front of her apron as she stepped away from the counter. The café buzzed behind her, orders being called, machines hissing, light chatter filling the air like background music and for a moment, just a brief moment, she paused and looked around.It was full. Tables occupied, staff moving efficient
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