C19 CHAPTER NINETEEN

AND I didn’t check out the name before I was ushered inside. From the décor and dark wood paneling and aroma, I’m guessing this is some kind of European inspired cuisine. Italian? French? I can’t tell.

I follow Bryan, and to my surprise he isn’t watching the perky waitress—he’s looking at me. Scrutinizing me. Like he’s watching me take everything in. It’s unnerving and I start moving again