Third POV
Things are not going well for Jeremy.
He can't shake the image from his mind—the way Micah's hand had rested on Fiona's waist, the way she had smiled up at him. It replays like a broken record, intensifying the knot of jealousy and uncertainty in his chest.
Sitting in the kitchen, Jeremy stares blankly at the wall when Leah walks in with a steaming cup of coffee. She sets it down in front of him, her brow furrowed in concern.
"Here, Jeremy. I made some coffee for you," she offers gently.
He takes the cup absentmindedly, his fingers tightening around the warm ceramic. Bringing it to his lips, he takes a sip and then abruptly sets it down with a clatter.
"This is not how I like it," he says, frustration lacing his voice. "That's not how—"
That’s not how Fiona makes it.
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