I never thought “just ran in for a coffee” would be the moment that unraveled everything. That morning started with a strange message: “We should talk,” followed by a location pin—an old café I hadn’t visited in years. No name. No explanation. Just ghosts from the past. I asked, “What’s this about?” No reply. Still, I went.
Parked outside, left my laptop bag on the front seat—just ten minutes, I thought. Inside, I texted, “I’m here.” Minutes passed. Then: “Sorry. Something came up. Let’s reschedule.” Frustrated, I walked out—and froze. The window was shattered. The laptop was gone.
