I never believed in fate.
Not because life had been cruel to me, but because fate always seemed like an excuse people used when they couldn't explain things.
That rainy Thursday evening, I left work exhausted.
My umbrella had broken halfway through the storm, and the only place nearby was a small café hidden between two old buildings.
The café was almost empty.
I ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass.
That's when I noticed it.
A brown envelope.
It was sitting on the table beside mine.
At first, I assumed someone had forgotten it.
I look