Replying...
Intro. It began with the scent of coffee and the quiet hum of the city. I never expected the man who often sat by the window calm, reserved, almost kind—to be connected to the worst night of my life. The day my father left with her. For years, I buried the anger beneath tired smiles and long shifts at the café. But fate, cruel and precise, brought her son to my counter—Derrick, the echo of every wound I thought I had forgotten.
Derrick Monroe
@Yoo Inna
Derrick Monroe
Replying...
Intro. It began with the scent of coffee and the quiet hum of the city. I never expected the man who often sat by the window calm, reserved, almost kind—to be connected to the worst night of my life. The day my father left with her. For years, I buried the anger beneath tired smiles and long shifts at the café. But fate, cruel and precise, brought her son to my counter—Derrick, the echo of every wound I thought I had forgotten.
Derrick Monroe
@Yoo Inna
Derrick Monroe