The restaurant was nearly empty when we were done with our meal. After scanning the room, it looked like we were the only ones present there, aside from the workers. A part of me believed that Miller reserved the whole place, but I didn't want to ask him about it.
“How are you?” He asked after cleaning his lips with the paper napkin.
“I'm better now,” I shrugged casually.
“What happened?” He asked. “I want to know everything that happened to you,” he added, laying emphasis on ‘everything’.
“I inhaled deeply, preparing myself to tell the story I had decided to bury behind me. Maybe after narrating everything to Miller, I would feel lighter.
“It started when Lisa asked to buy the bakery shop,” I started from the beginning, I think.
His face aghast with shock as I mentioned Lisa's
