Autumn’s POV

The little bell above the coffee shop door rang as I stepped inside. The smell of roasted beans and warm pastries filled the air, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe. It was quiet, calm, nothing like the storm in my head. I spotted Gina immediately. She was waving at me with a big smile, her blonde hair tied back, her eyes full of excitement.

“Autumn! Over here!” she called out.

I walked over, a little shy, but her energy made me relax. She pushed ...