The Coffee Shop Breakdown
Liam sat in the farthest corner of the coffee shop, his tea untouched, its steam dissipating like the fragile calm he had hoped for. Across from him, Emily was in the throes of something far too vast to be contained by the simple table between them. She clenched a napkin in her shaking hand, her voice quivering with an intensity that seemed to carry the weight of her entire soul. “Do you see, Liam?” she said, her voice both triumphant and shattered. “Even if Jacob leaves—goes to Dublin, to the ends of the earth—I will not let Nathan go. Never.
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