Chapter FiftyThree

I made my way to Annie's restaurant while dragging my bag through the crowded streets of New York City and dodging passersby who are impatient with its pace.

There was no stopping now, despite the fact that my legs felt like lead.

I feel as like I am crossing some invisible line between two lives, one of which is now in London with Caleb, and the other of which is the one I left behind here.

Each step feels unreal. It has only been a few months, but it feels like years have passed.

Everything that I believed I had constructed was left behind in that office, along with a portion of my heart.

Last but not least, I am able to locate the restaurant, which has warm lights emanating from its windows onto the street.

As I enter the door, I am surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee, which I am accustomed to smelling.

Annie's eyes widen as if she has seen a ghost as she lifts her head up from the counter as I enter inside the house.

"What's up, Samantha?" She sighs, her