After meeting Selene, Jack immediately headed to the dinner Sarah had arranged with her friends. He didn’t mention Selene—he couldn’t, not with how strange the encounter had been. The dinner was being held at an upscale restaurant, with soft lighting and the hum of quiet conversations filling the air.
Jack adjusted his tie as he approached the table where Sarah and her friends were seated. He plastered on a polite smile, though his thoughts lingered on the unsettling meeting from earlier.
“Sorry, am I very late?” he asked as he took his seat, greeting Sarah’s friends with a nod.
“No, it’s okay,” Sarah said, smiling thinly. She turned to the group, her tone light but proud. “Guys, this is Jack Knight, my husband.”
A chorus of polite greetings followed. One of the women, a lively brunett
