Chapter 129

LYDIA’S POV

I walked into the small roadside cafe on 4th Avenue, the rusty bell above the door giving a dull chime.

It was a simple place with faded linoleum floors, plastic chairs, and a strong, heavy smell of cheap coffee beans. It was completely different from the fancy, glass-walled restaurants my dad used to take me to when I was growing up.

But this was exactly what I wanted. I didn't want l