Chapter Twenty-One
Steph
The road seemed less busy today for some reason. Less stressful. Probably that whole ‘being dead’ thing.
Cara had blipped us to the cafe across the street from the gym, where she bird-dogged the door, nose almost pressed to the glass.
“So—”
“Shh!”
She waved me off without breaking her stare, and I snorted.
“There he is!” Her whisper-squeal was just about adorable, and I poked her in the arm.
“Yeah. I can totally tell you don't want to be with him.”
She grabbed her purse, ignoring me completely, as she strolled nonchalantly to the door. But she froze, door handle clutched in her grip.
“Where's he going? His car's that way.”
I stepped up beside her and peered out. Sure enough, he was strolling down the sidewalk away from the parking lot, gym bag slung over
