C2

When I arrived, I went inside alone, and walked directly toward the back corner booth where I always sat. Max stood behind the counter, leaning against the glass case where he usually bought his morning pastry. The sight of him filled me with relief and longing, and it took every bit of willpower I possessed to pull open the door and step inside.

Instead of waiting for me, however, he stepped aside and motioned me to take the seat opposite him. I took a deep breath and sank down onto the cushion, staring straight ahead, focusing on the white ceramic tiles covering the floor as I fought to contain the urge to cry. He reached for my hand, but I jerked away. I couldn't allow him to touch me. Not now, not when I was so weak.