The old man screamed.
Not loudly.
Not like a man in danger.
It came out as a broken sound—half gasp, half sob—as if something buried deep inside his chest had suddenly clawed its way back to life.
His coffee cup shattered against the pavement.
Around the café, conversations stopped one by one.
A waiter froze beside a table holding a tray of wineglasses.
Someone near the entrance laughed nervously, assuming it was some drunken scene.
But the old man wasn’t drunk.
His eyes had gone wide.
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