**Jake POV**
Anxiety consumes me as I drive to the Seaside Bistro to pick up the order Zoey called in for us. The line inside the restaurant is longer than I would like, but I wait patiently as I check my phone every couple of minutes for texts from Tillie. I know she’s safe now. Brock is in prison. Cody and Maggie are with her at the house. I just need to calm myself down. I take a deep breath in through my nose as I close my eyes, hold it for ten seconds, and then release it through my mouth.
“What can I do for you today, sir?” the woman behind the counter asks politely.
“Hey, I’m here to pick up an order Zoey called in for me. My name is Jake,” I say, rocking back on my heels with my hands in my pockets. “Armstrong. I don’t know if you need that.”
“We got it all ready for you, Mr. A
