Chapter 12 Coffee

MIA

The cup is sitting on the counter before I even clock in.

Medium, oat milk, two pumps vanilla, no whip. My exact order. One I've never said out loud to him.

I stare at it a long moment before I pick it up.

"How," I press, when I find him lacing his skates.

"How what?"

"How do you know my co...

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