The hotel seemed so normal. How could it look so unchanged, so happy-Sunday-busy, when her whole world had tilted on its axis the night before?
Evan had held her hand in the elevator during the ride down. The middle-aged couple who shared the car with them had greeted them pleasantly and wished them a good morning, and Zoe was glad of that. Some people could get downright bent about seeing a white guy with a Mexican girl, and she didn’t feel like dealing with that sort of ugliness on such a bright, friendly-looking morning.
But nothing like that had happened, although Evan had let go of her hand as soon as they emerged into the lobby. He probably didn’t want to tip off Levi that things had changed with her and Evan, and she couldn’t blame him for that.
As they approached the restaurant,
