Chapter 181

Isla's POV

The coffee shop was quiet for a Thursday afternoon, just the soft clinking of mugs, the occasional scrape of a chair, and the low murmur of strangers having conversations that weren’t mine to hear.

I liked it that way. No one needed anything from me here.

I had my laptop open, a half-finished latte going cold beside it, and a spreadsheet on my screen that Graham had asked me to review