Chapter 121 Davon

• DAVON
• The café is warm, filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, cinnamon, and coffee beans grinding into a smooth, rich brew. It feels worlds apart from the life I’ve known—like heaven compared to the hell I came from. Yet here I am, sitting in this quiet little bakery, waiting for the woman who disappeared from my life five years ago and took my soul with her.
• Samantha’s voice was soft when she told me she’d bring my coffee to the table. Just that small exchange between us carried years of silence and unspoken pain. Then she turned toward the boy beside her—the boy whose dark hair mirrors my own.