The bell above the door of "Book Nook Brews" chimed softly, a familiar sound.
I was supposed to meet Janine, another third-grade teacher, to go over lesson plans.
The air smelled of coffee and old paper, a combination I usually loved.
Then I saw him.
Ethan.
My Ethan.
He was supposed to be at band rehearsal across town.
He sat at a small table by the window, not with his bandmates, but with Chloe.
Chloe, the band' s new intern, young, barely out of her teens.
He was laughing, a deep, genuine laugh I hadn't heard directed at me in months.
His hand was on hers, resting on the worn wooden table.
Chloe leaned in, her expression adoring.
He' d always told me places like this, public, quiet, were bad for his image.
"Too domestic, babe," he'd said. "The Wandering Echoes need to seem a little wild, a little unavailable."
My stomach twisted.
This wasn't about his image.
This was about her.
I stood frozen near the entrance, the warmth of the cafe suddenly feeling cold.
Janine wouldn't be here for another ten minutes.
I watched them, my heart pounding a sick rhythm against my ribs.
He said something, and Chloe giggled, tilting her head back.
He looked so relaxed, so happy.
A version of Ethan I missed, a version I thought was just stressed from the band's growing popularity.
The betrayal was a sudden, sharp pain in my chest.
I turned and walked out before Janine arrived, the bell chiming again, unnoticed by them.
My hands were shaking.
I pulled out my phone, my fingers fumbling, and texted Janine.
"So sorry, something came up. Can we reschedule?"
I didn't wait for her reply.
I just needed to get away.