Matthew
I was beyond surprised when I received that text from Amanda.
After that confrontation with her at the restaurant and everything that has happened with Sarah, I damned near gave up on Amanda.
So when I saw that text that said she wanted to meet me, I didn't know what to think.
I got ready quickly. Good thing I was already planning on not going to work today.
The drive to Café Lumière took twenty minutes. It was a small, upscale place with wide windows and understated elegance – exactly the kind of place Amanda always preferred. I arrived fifteen minutes early, a habit she used to tease me about.
"Always so punctual," she'd say, smiling that smile that used to make my heart race.
I chose a table in the corner, ordered black coffee, and waited. Every time the door opened, my head snapped up, expecting to see her. When she finally walked in at precisely 10 AM, I almost didn't recognize her.
