Russo’s was a quaint café restaurant that almost everyone Emma knew just cooed over. It was a nice place. It always seemed fresh and in bloom no matter what the season was. It had indoor seating, big windows that let in a lot of light, and AC that hardly functioned properly. Maybe that had changed; after all, she had only ever been there one time. She did drive past it a lot, but she just couldn’t quite make the time for it. She had only ever been there with Thomas.