Chapter Twenty-Six
Emma
The café was busy, like it was every morning, but there was no sign of Nathan. I ordered my blueberry scone and hot chocolate and took a seat by the window. The sky was clear and the sun glittered across the ocean water. I missed laying out on the beach without a care in the world. Now that the weather was warmer, it was the perfect time.
My phone beeped.
Preston: No sign of him yet.
Me: Ok.
Preston had followed me to the café, but I had yet to see him. He was good at hiding. Glancing at my phone, there was still time for Nathan to show up, since the school didn’t start for another forty-five minutes. And if he did, how did I plan on striking up a conversation with him? He was most likely a psychotic killer. Unfortunately, I’d rather him show interest in me th
