Abby Winters Darcy Diana May 2026

“Not yet,” Diana said. “But we’re about to.”

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

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. “Not yet,” Diana said

It was the kind of rain that made you forget the sun had ever existed. Abby Winters stood under the awning of a closed bookstore, her leather jacket dotted with moisture, and watched the water rush along the curb. She was supposed to be meeting someone—Darcy—a name that felt like a dare on her tongue. Diana wasn't looking for anyone