Chapter 99 Was I That Predictable?

Nelina Jackson 1.1k words

CALEB

The clinking of silverware and the low murmur of jazz music filled the restaurant, but the silence at our table felt heavier than it should have.

I stared down at my plate, pushing food around with my fork while my thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely.

"Caleb?"

Laura's voice broke through my thoughts...

Previous Next
You can use your left and right arrow keys to move to last or next episode.
  • Previous
  • Next
  • Table of contents