Milo Harper didn’t believe in grand beginnings anymore. They never lasted. He arrived at the café before sunrise, unlocking the door with the same quiet care he used for everything, as if the world might shatter if he was too loud. The air smelled faintly of coffee and rain. Outside, the street was still asleep, but inside, the hiss of the steamer was already filling the silence, steady, warm, and safe. Just the way he liked it.
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12/08/2025