9
Emma
At around two o’clock, Dawn comes into the restaurant. The place is quiet now, and will most likely be quiet until around five o’clock, when the dinner rush starts. Lucca is in the back when Dawn enters, which I’m thankful for. The last thing this day needs is an Dawn-Lucca matchup. She wears a long flowing dress and looks absolutely gorgeous with her cute freckled face and pensive expression.
I meet her near the door and we sit at a window table.
“I brought you your phone,” she says, sliding it across the table. “I needed to get out. Take a walk. So I thought, I’ll take her her phone. You know?”
Her speech is the slow, drawn-out speech of a person recovering from a drug they’ve been dependent on for far too long.
“Thanks, sis,” I say. “How’re you feeling? You look great.”
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