Chapter 136. Planning My Death

Leah’s POV

Coffee. 

The smell of coffee filled the air and I liked it. Coffee. It was something that I enjoyed; something that I never knew until my dad died. It was my way of he;ping me to cope. It was my version of hard drugs. 

It was something that quieted the voices in my head and made me a little more normal. But after a few years of my dad dying, my mom said that I was drinking it too much and I stopped. It was not easy but I stopped. 

So smelling it once again felt so good. This would be the first time having it in a while, and trust me, I was so excited for it. But I was mostly curious as to what the man who was making it had to say. 

“You can not tell anyone, ma’am,” He was begging. He handed me the mug of coffee and a look of fear covered his face. “We will be fired if you do. I know that you’re triggered and might want to have this talk with our boss but if you do, he will know that we said something and w