Spring, Finally.
The air conditioner in the local cafe was generally a safe haven in the midst of a heatwave, but today it felt like it was piercing through Ana’s t-shirt. As if she was self-soothing, she wraps herself in her own arms and creates friction with her palms for warmth, watching the door like a lion stalking its prey. Startled by the sudden clink of the ice cubes melting in her water glass, Ana’s eyes darted away from the door. The interruption made her pause and wonder; when was the last time she had seen Caroline? How many years had it been?
