CHAPTER 126

Sophie

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Three days had gone. Liam was back in school, I was back at work, and Terry... Well, Terry had been blowing up my phone with apologies, acting overly concerned, like one wrong move and I’d snap his neck.

The aroma of brewed coffee filled the office as soon as Terry entered, his footsteps intertwining with the video’s sound coming from Phoebe’s laptop.

“Sophie, your favourite coffee is mocha, right?” Terry questioned, placing the white coffee cup on the table with a soft thud. A simple logo of a cup of steamy was imprinted in black on the brown sticker wrapped around the cup. “This is the best coffee around here. In fact, in San Francisco.” He held a coffee in his left hand and adjusted the glasses perching on his nose with his right hand.

I held the coffee cup up. “Bee’s coffee.” My eyes darted between the cup in my hands and Terry, wondering how he knew my favourite coffee was Mocha. I barely drank coffee around here as I went to the restaurant Luca had taken me to for m