295- I Am Sorry

Valerie wanted peace that's why she chose to sit at the back of this cheap café, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee.

She never liked this café. It was too ordinary and too simple for her usual standards. She always preferred high-end ones but today she was here for some mental clarity. With the limited budget, she couldn't spend the money carelessly.

Her credit cards were blocked, and the family heirlooms were stolen. She couldn't even file a case against anyone as they were never hers in the first place.

She had enough jewelry for a few years of sustainability, yet she had to spend every penny carefully.

Her fingers were tracing the cup handle, absentmindedly. Even the color of the coffee was pathetic.

"Do I have to visit such places now? Why oh, why!" she rested her forehead on the table. Not in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined such a life for herself.