The moment Aaron’s voice disappeared beyond the café doors, swallowed by the noise of the street and the distant hum of passing cars, Elara finally exhaled. Her shoulders sagged just a fraction, but it felt like the weight of the entire world sliding off her spine. The adrenaline that had surged through her moments earlier, hot, sharp, merciless, began to drain away, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache in her chest and a faint tremor running through her fingers, down to the tips. The café was quiet now. Not the comfortable, early-morning hush Elara was used to. This silence was thick, heavy, oppressive. Cups lay shattered on the floor, their ceramic bodies cracked and splintered into jagged pieces that glinted under the overhead lights. A chair lay overturned near one of the tables, its legs twisted awkwardly as if it had tried, and failed, to escape the chaos. Coffee stained the pale tiles in dark, ugly splashes, spreading like bruises that refused to fade. Elara knew peo
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