Chapter Sixty.

3 months later

"So, are you ready?" Caleb asks me as I push the coffee cup towards him. He takes it and hands me the correct change before leaning back against the wall. His green eyes stare at me, waiting for my reaction and I nod slowly, nerves building up inside my stomach. I've had a feeling of nausea hit me every day for the past two weeks.

"I'm nervous." I admit to him, wiping down the counter. The coffee shop is almost empty, the sky darkening outside as the day draws to an end. Caleb comes here twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. His addiction to coffee is becoming a problem but it's nice to see him so regularly. Outside I can hear the rain begin to plummet down harder, slashing against the floor. The sound bounces off the roof of the coffee shop and I almost find it soothing.

"Why are you nervous? You have nothing to worry about."