Three Days Later
I’ve managed not to break anything today, but the day is still young. Wiping down table five, I keep my eyes glued to the door in case Cayden walks in, declaring today is the day. Just the thought has my shaky hands knocking a fork to the floor.
Quickly retrieving it, I go about my business as I don’t want anyone clueing into my inner turmoil.
Three nights ago, Cayden made the dreaded call. Although I didn’t want to know the details, I wanted to know the essentials, and that was when we were going to meet. Cayden was adamant that he’d do this on his own, but there is no way that’s happening.
Cayden got ahold of Benny, who said he’d be in touch soon. I didn’t ask if Benny was clean, but the fact he was going to call us has me guessing his stint in prison didn’t curb his
