Once in the restroom, I take my time. Clean myself up, reapply my lipstick, check my phone—no messages. No big deal. Once I come out, Jack is gone. I wander the main floor and swipe a small plate of shrimp and red sauce off a tray. It’s gotta be better than the crackers with the curly green stuff on top.
It doesn’t take long to realize Jack’s not here. Has he left me? I dismiss the thought, but also put down my half-eaten plate of food.
“Where’s Jack?”
Startled, my gaze shoots up to see Juanita, her red lips in a wide smile.
I swallow, wishing I’d put on the four-inch heels that Jack had wanted instead of the smaller ones. Her tall, lanky form is intimidating. “Restroom,” I say. For some reason, I don’t want to draw attention to the fact that Jack is missing.
She takes a sip from a fl
