Abby Winters Darcy Diana May 2026

When Darcy finally arrived—breathless, apologetic, and completely unaware of the shift that had just occurred—she found Abby and Diana sharing a single pastry, fingers brushing over the last crumb.

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

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious. 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. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg

“You two know each other?” Darcy asked, shrugging off her coat.

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.