Addison reached for the door in a hurry; trying to beat the downpour she knew was coming. She ducked inside the coffee shop, stopping just inside the entrance, where she shook the mist from her dress and took it all in. She’d missed this. Addison loved the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the laughter and the whispers, but most of all she loved the variety of aromas. This particular coffee shop felt like home to her. It was where she and her best friend Jessica had met weekly every Monday morning since college. In the early days, it was just for a quick cup and a few words here and there on Addison’s way to work and after Jess had finished her morning workout. But as time went on and babies came, they’d each wheel in their strollers and sometimes sit for hours in between their kids’ nap and
