Emma stood by the kitchen window of her tiny apartment in New York City, watching silver drops race down the glass while the coffee in her hands slowly turned cold. The city outside never slept, but tonight it felt strangely quiet — as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Her phone vibrated once.
Unknown Number.
She almost ignored it.
Almost.“I’m downstairs
Only three words.
But her heart forgot how to beat for a second.
Because no one had texted her like that in two years.
No one except Daniel.
The same Daniel who disappeared without goodbye.
The same man who once promised,“No matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you.”
And then never did.
Emma’s fingers trembled as she pulled the curtain aside.
There he was.
