EMMA'S POV
Victoria Sterling walks into the restaurant on a Monday.
Not our restaurant, the hotel restaurant where I used to work. Dominic and I are having lunch there because he had a meeting nearby and I had a rare free hour while Mrs. Kowalski has the girls. It was spontaneous, easy, the kind of thing we're getting better at.
Victoria doesn't see us immediately. She's with two women I don't recognize, all three of them dressed for being seen. The maître d' leads them toward the back and then she turns and her eyes find our table with a precision that feels less like coincidence and more like information.
She excuses herself from her group and walks over.
"Emma. Dominic." She says it warmly, like we're all old friends. "I didn't know you'd be here."
"Victoria," Dominic says. Nothin
