For a moment, Emily didn’t know what to think. Maybe this was innocent, she told herself. But then she remembered that morning. Mark had told her mom he’d be coming home late because of back-to-back sessions with his clients. Her chest tightened. This didn’t look like work.
Emily’s eyes stayed glued to them. She tried to make sense of what she was seeing, but the longer she watched, the harder it became to deny what was happening. The way they leaned in close, their giggles growing louder, as if the rest of the cafe didn’t exist—it was unmistakable.