The morning air felt cold when Kate was released from the Yarn & Stitch the next day. She dragged her feet back to the café to find it quiet. The closed sign rattled on the door when she came in, but the broken bell made no sound. None of the three fae assassins inside looked up from where they sat in different places, staring off at nothing. Lily washed dishes in the kitchen, gazing ahead with unshed tears brimming red eyes and a blank look on her face.
The quiet café screamed of Cress’s absence.
The painting of chocolate chip cookies sat high above the counter, and Kate sank against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. She stared at it.
No one moved for hours.
