Chapter 67 Confessed? Confessed What?

• Zaneta sat at a small table in the cozy cafe, sipping her cappuccino and lost in her thoughts. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sounds of soft chatter and clinking of cups. She was waiting for Braylon. They had shared countless moments in this very cafe, but today, there was an air of tension and uncertainty.
• As she glanced at her watch, the door swung open, and Braylon walked in with a troubled expression on his face. His usually optimistic demeanour was replaced by a cloud of worry. He spotted Zaneta, and with a heavy heart, he made his way to her table.
• "Hey, sister," Braylon said, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. "I'm glad you're here."