Chapter Seven Ivy
The Coffee Loft's morning rush ebbs around me, but I barely notice. I've been staring at the same event proposal for Mountain Laurel Lodge for twenty minutes, the words blurring together while my untouched hazelnut macchiato grows cold. I ordered it without thinking and now I can't bring myself to taste it.
"Did you hear about the fire department fundraiser?" Mary asks Sara as they set up the day's pastry display. "Apparently Maddox?—"