{Martha's POV}
“Taffy Diner,” I told Cherie as she maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and onto the driveway.
“Okay, ma’am,” Cherie replied with a brief smile, her eyes focused on the road ahead.
I clasped my hands tightly, then released them, placing one gently over my chest. My heart was thumping erratically, and I couldn’t shake the nervous tension creeping through me.
Why was I feeling this way? Why was I nervous about dining with Peter? I shouldn’t be doing this—not after everything he did to me three years ago.
Why am I doing this again?
The question churned in my mind as the car slowed to a stop. Cherie glanced at me through the rearview mirror, concern flickering in her gaze.
“Ma’am, we’re at the diner,” she said gently. “Do you want me to go inside with you?”
I shoo
