Cafe at Cherry Lane

The world didn't flip upside down overnight. The sun came up like it always did. Tom's phone still buzzed with work emails, and the city outside kept up its usual noisy rhythm. But everything had shifted, because he had.He got dressed slow, without that old knot of dread in his stomach. Just a plain shirt—no tie. He caught his reflection and, for the first time in months, saw someone familiar. Not...