C8 Chapter 7

Our food was served. I couldn’t say anything. I was still wondering how he knew all those things about me. Travis and I were not exactly friends when Tom was alive. I remembered him for his snide remarks—mischievous pranks, even. But I didn’t remember ever talking to him about anything regarding myself at all.

“You’re not upset, are you?” he asked.

I sighed. “I’m not