to.”
I looked out the window.
People walked past the café carrying shopping bags. A couple sat near the door, laughing over a shared pastry. An older man read a newspaper beside the counter.
Ordinary life continued around us.
That was one of the strangest things about betrayal.
The world did not stop.
The coffee still tasted like coffee. The sun still came through the windows. People still complained about traffic and discussed their plans for the weekend.
Meanwhile, the life you thought you understood could be changing completely.
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