Lilith POV
The café was warm and smelled like coffee and cinnamon, and Wren was already sitting at a corner table by the window with two cups in front of her. She looked up the moment Lilith walked in and her face split into a relieved smile that made Lilith's chest ache.
"There you are," Wren said, standing up to hug her. The hug was tight and lasted longer than normal, and when Wren pulled back her hands stayed on Lilith's shoulders for a moment, her eyes scanning her face carefully. "You look exhausted."
"I am exhausted," Lilith admitted, sliding into the chair across from her. She reached for the coffee Wren had ordered for her and wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the warmth seep into her palms. "Thank you for this."
"Of course." Wren sat back down and watched her for a moment, her expression softening. "How is your mom?"
"The same. No change."
"I'm sorry."
