ACIR HILLS
I froze in my tracks.
There was something unsettling about the way he looked at me. Something that made every warning bell in my head ring louder. Inside my chest, my heart pounded violently.
Why now? Why did he have to come here?
Wesley smelled like he’d spent hours drinking. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot. I knew this version of him. It was the version that frightened me. The version whose moods could change in seconds.
I silently prayed. Please… don’t make a scene. Not here. Not at work. Not in front of everyone. I had finally begun feeling safe inside Moon Café. I wasn’t ready to watch that sense of safety disappear.
Now, it felt suffocating.
My stomach twisted. The scent of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke lingered around him, overpowering the comforting aroma o
