Her fingers froze mid-scroll. The laugh—she knew that laugh. Looking up, Emily’s eyes darted across the cafe, searching for the source. And then she saw him. Her stepdad, Mark, sitting a few tables away.
Emily almost dismissed it as coincidence. But as her eyes settled on him, her stomach sank. Mark wasn’t alone. Sitting beside him was a woman Emily had never seen before. And they weren’t just chatting casually. The woman’s hand rested lightly on his, their heads close together as they laughed softly.