Adrian POV
I don't mean to be here.
Didn't plan to drive past Mel's Diner at 11:30 PM on a Tuesday.
But here I am, parked across the street, watching through the window.
Jules is inside. I can see her moving between tables, order pad in hand.
She's so thin. Even from here, I can tell.
How is that possible? How does someone shrink that much in a month?
A customer says something to her. She forces a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
My hands grip the steering wheel.
I should leave. Should go home and pretend I wasn't stalking her workplace.
But I can't move.
She disappears into the kitchen. Reappears with plates of food. Delivers them to a table of college kids who don't look up from their phones.
The door opens. She comes outside—taking out trash, I think.
She looks worse up c
