“Is that okay? I know it’s not fancy, but they have great burgers…” He studies my face with a frown. “We can go somewhere else if you want.”
I’m tempted to suggest another place, somewhere that won’t bring back bad memories, but no, I’m being silly. I smile at him. “This is great.”
He opens the door to the restaurant for me, and I take a deep breath to steel myself before walking in. Everything is exactly as I remember it. The NOW HIRING sign in the window. The smell of fried food. The waitress in a red skirt the size of a belt. Oh God, it’s even the same waitress.
Her eyes pass over us and I wonder if she’ll recognize me as the weird girl with the freaky memory. But then it hits me—I don’t care if she does. I’m not ashamed of my eidetic memory anymore. My gift helped me stop Lynne and
