My foot depresses on the brake as I come even with Twin’s Café, but the afternoon sun is glinting off the glass of the large windows at just the wrong angle, messing with my view of the interior.
I tighten my grip around the steering wheel.
I should leave. I didn’t make any promises to her. Never said I’d call.
And I can go back to that empty apartment across the street from hers tonight and see her that way.
I don’t need to go in.
A car pulls out of a metered parking spot just ahead of me, and my foot lifts itself off the brake.
CHAPTER 31
Payton
Every time I look out at the street, I think I see Nero. Every man in a suit. Every man who fills the doorway. Even when there’s no one there, I swear I see the shadows move, and I swear it’s him.
But it never is.
My cheeks round as I
