Chapter 2

Two Weeks Later

Savannah lay on her bed in her cell.

She couldn’t face reality. Seb was gone.

Nothing else mattered.

So instead of facing her current situation, she drifted back to a time where everything was perfect.

A time where things were just on the horizon.

A time where Seb was alive.

A time where they first met—

forever altering the course of her life.

Three Years Ago…

“That’s mine,” said an attractive Black woman, standing in Crack House—Cloud View’s premier coffee roastery and café. Savannah was at an impasse with a stranger, holding onto the coffee that belonged to her.

The dark-haired, and bright-eyed stranger wore a confused yet open stare.

“A doppio with a splash of cream?” he asked.

“Yes,” Savannah answered back confidently, but with a smile that indicated it was a welcome inconvenience.

“It has my name on it,” she said, pointing at the short cup.

“Sebastian! Doppio espresso with a splash of cream!” bellowed the barista.

The handsome man had a name at last.

“Oh God,” he stammered, blushing as he gave her the cup.

“I was in a hurry and I saw a doppio espresso with a name starting with ‘S’ and assumed it was mine.”

“You know what they say about assuming,” Savannah teased.

“But it’s all good. At least you have good taste in coffee.”

The sheepish man perked up.

“Great minds and all,” he started.

“Sebastian. But you can call me Seb.”

He stuck out his hand and she took it—both holding on longer than necessary.

“Savannah,” she offered back.

It was that off-chance encounter that started a beautiful life together.

At least—it was beautiful for three years.

But Savannah, in her cell, didn’t want to leave her memories just yet.

She absently smiled, closing her eyes, choosing to drift back to a serene and uncomplicated time.