Cara's pov
I could tell something was wrong as soon as I stepped into the bar. The air felt tense and heavy and everyone was speaking in hush tones as if they were scared of being overheard.
Fear. It was one of the pungent feelings that filled the space.
I spotted Diana and the rest of the waitresses on duty huddled together at the counter, sharing whispers. A thrill of curiosity passed through me. I wanted to know what had everyone excited.
Pulling the strap of my purse higher on my shoulder, I moved straight for them. Some of the customers noticed me and were giving me weird stares, their gaze making me hyper conscious of myself and confused as to why they were giving me such looks.
“Hi,” I greeted when I got to the bar. The waitresses flinched and drew back like they'd just see
