CHAPTER SEVEN
It took Cory some time to get Spencer Jones to move on from their table, but he saw the relief on Bianca's face the moment he finally stood up and headed back to his spot at the other side of the diner.
‘I'm sorry you had to sit through that,’ he said. ‘Are you all right?’
She didn't look all right, but she nodded anyway.
‘Do you want to talk about it, or would you rather I leave well enough alone? None of it makes any difference to me—Spencer Jones stopped making sense a long time ago.’
Bianca shuffled in her seat and looked out the window into the parking lot.
‘It's almost fully dark now. That poor child. Reece Norman must be out of her mind with worry.’
Cory followed her gaze. It was starting to rain, too. Large drops began to pound against the diner’s windows.
‘It
