Stephanie raised a brow, clearly enjoying herself. “So how do you know her anyway?”
Luis’s lips curled as he leaned back in his seat. His gaze drifted toward the café window. “We were best friends once. Lisa and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Did everything together. Then… something happened. She left.”
Stephanie tilted her head. “What happened?”
“We were kids.” Luis’s voice dropped. “Stupid things were said. Stupid things were done. I thought she’d come back. But she never did.”
Under the table, Lisa had gone still again. A twinge of guilt pricked somewhere behind her ribs. Why did his voice sound so soft? So… sad? Whatever happened back then was sad, but it wasn't memorable.
Just then, the waiter woman arrived again, placing two drinks down with the grace of someone who truly
