They sat down at a little dive restaurant that had twenty-four-hour service. In a little booth in the back of the restaurant, she fidgeted with the napkin in front of her.
“Fallon, thank you for everything. I couldn’t have done all this if you wouldn’t have agreed to it.”
“It’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, despite the way I acted before.” Looking over the menu as the waitress was ready to take the order, he asked, “What looks good? I’m thinking of having a big greasy burger and fries with a shake. I know you didn’t eat today. I hope you’re not one of those girls who just orders the salad, are you?”
“I haven’t eaten like that in a long time. Grayson used to control everything I do. It sounds good, so I’ll have the same.” She shuffled her weight in the seat, pushing her hands under her thi
