Abby Winters Darcy Diana May 2026

Inside, the bell above the door chimed. Diana looked up. For a second, neither spoke.

Diana wasn't looking for anyone. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg tucked under her, her dark hair falling in a way that seemed rehearsed but wasn't. Abby's plan had been simple: meet Darcy, exchange a package, leave. But the rain had other ideas. Abby winters darcy diana

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious. Inside, the bell above the door chimed

“You two know each other?” Darcy asked, shrugging off her coat. Diana wasn't looking for anyone

Across the street, a coffee shop glowed amber through the storm. And there, in the window, was Diana.

Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting.

Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass.