Peace Feels Too Fragile
The sound of the door chimes felt more like an alarm than a welcome. My stomach dropped every time the café door swung open, dread twisting in my chest. My heart raced as my mind conjured images of them storming back in, ready to stir up chaos again. I turned to Lisa, barely able to whisper, “What if they come back?”
Lisa, calm and steady, placed a hand on my arm. “Don’t worry,” she said gently. “Mr. Peters has already alerted security. They won’t set foot in here again.” Her words took the edge off my nerves, but the fear still lingered like an unwelcome guest.