Not near this place.
Not near that memory.
But when Yvonne texted me out of the blue and asked if we could meet, curiosity got the better of me.
She arrived late, panting, hair frizzy under a loose scarf.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me.
“It’s fine,” I said, watching her closely.
Yvonne used to work the front desk. She was always kind but a little too nosy for my taste.
We made small talk—weather, work, prices of things going up—and then she leaned in.
“I actually came because I remembered something,” she said. “About that night.”
My body tensed. I put the coffee down.
“What night?”
She gave me a look.
“You know what night. The night we had the biggest customer of our lifetime.”
I didn’t say anything.
She reached into her bag and pulled o
