Elizabeth
I didn't imagine that the past would come trailing behind me to haunt me when I accepted Mr. Smith's offer. For the past two days, all I've had in mind is Victor's threat, panicking every time Mia goes out, only to relax when I see her return home safe. I even suggested that she stay with her Dad for a while, but she didn't seem to like the idea, saying she'd rather just spend a few days with him like the arrangement has always been, not stay longer.
I've been watching the club's entrance every chance I get, my heart lodging itself in my throat every time a man in suit walks in, because today is the day Victor promised to come for feedback.
“One beer, please,” a familiar voice says many hours into my shift, startling me.
When I look up from the counter to confirm who it is,
