CHAPTER 39

The walk to the café did little to clear my mind. My thoughts were tangled, looping back to the same suffocating place—last night, Matteo, the way he controlled everything, even my body.

I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside as I stepped into the small café. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, momentarily grounding me. I inhaled deeply, letting the warmth of the place ease the tension in my shoulders.

There weren’t too many people, which was a relief. I wasn’t in the mood for crowds or unnecessary conversations. I walked straight to the counter, scanning the menu even though I already knew what I wanted.

“Medium black coffee, please,” I said, handing over the money.

The barista smiled. “Name for the order?”

“Sophia.”

“Got it! It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”