Five Years of Silence

Avery

I stared at the spot where Declan's Aston Martin had been parked moments before, my hands trembling as I gripped the doorframe. Five years. Five years of silence, and he showed up here like it was nothing. Like he hadn't abandoned me when I needed him most.

"Avery?" Jonathan's voice pulled me back. "You okay? That guy seemed intense."

I forced a smile and turned back to the café. "I'm fine.