The following day, Annabelle arrived at the café a few minutes early. She found a table in the corner and nervously waited for her supposed relatives to arrive. As she looked around, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and skepticism.
She walked into the coffee shop and scanned the room, searching for any signs of her supposed relatives. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted a small group of individuals sitting at a corner table, glancing around cautiously. One of them caught her eye - a woman in her late fifties with kind eyes and a warm smile.
Approaching the table, Annabelle couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over her. These people might be strangers, but they were going to play the role of her family. Taking a deep breath, she approached the table, her nerves slowly ebbing away.
"Hello," she said, trying to sound confident. "Are you the people my brother contacted?"
