Damon pov My heart sank into my stomach as I realised the café was empty of Harriet but full of strangers. I could picture her sipping coffee, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the bustling café. I turned away from the counter, insisting that I wouldn’t give up, not now.“Let’s ask the barista if she saw where Harriet went,” Lucas suggested, his voice steady and calming amidst the turmoil inside me.“Right,” I replied, trying to muster determination. Approaching the counter again, I placed my palms against the cool surface and leaned in slightly. “Excuse me,” I told the barista, a young woman with dark, curly hair. Did you happen to see a woman leave here? Her name is Harriet.” The woman glared at me. “Why would I remember when I see a lot of people?” She rolled her eyes and tutted rather rudely. I swallowed hard, momentarily taken aback by her dismissive attitude. “I understand, but she’s critical to me. It would be a huge help if you could think back briefly.”“Look, I don’
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