Chapter Sixty Five

TESSA

“Are you gonna do the interview?” Martha asked, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the café as I waved goodbye to a regular customer at Praline. The bell above the door jingled as they left, and I lingered in the aftermath, trying to shake off the weight of the moment.

“Interview?” I asked, my mind still on the pile of things I needed to do, not fully registering her words until the