CHAPTER 79 How Could She?

　　Travis Turner squared his shoulders and walked with determined strides down the cobblestone pathway leading to Camila's favorite café, 'Espresso Expressions'. The air was brisk, carrying the scent of roasted coffee beans and a hint of autumn's approach. He had been trying to reach her for days, but her silence was as thick as the fog that morning.

　　"Camila has to be here," he murmured to himself, adjusting the collar of his overcoat as he peered through the large windows. She often spoke about how the comforting hum of the café blended perfectly with her need for solace and space to think.

　　As he pushed open the door, the bell chimed overhead, and he scanned the room. There she was, nestled in the far corner, her dark hair tumbling down like a shadow against the cream upholstery. Travis felt a smile tugging at his lips- until he noticed the man sitting across from her.

　　"Blake," he muttered under his breath, tension knotting in his jaw.