Mia
Turns out Damon knew where I was that night because I still had my location sharing turned on.
Safe to say, that’s disabled now.
I feel stupid—how did I forget something like that? It makes my skin crawl knowing he could see exactly where I was, who I was with. Is stalking his new hobby now? Is he going to show up everywhere just to remind me he exists?
Maybe it was a one-time thing. Maybe he panicked when I stopped answering his calls. Maybe telling me about my mother felt important enough to chase me down.
And it was.
I just wish he hadn’t done it like that.
When we went back into the restaurant, people stared—at me, at Brad, at the mess Damon left behind. The whispers were thick and uncomfortable. Until Brad stood, calm but commanding, and said, “You’re all here to eat dinner
