« What pieces? Sarah, what are you talking about? »
« I can’t explain yet. I need to check something first. »
« You’re scaring me. »
I think the pieces are finally falling into place.
« Trust me, Zoe. »
I began typing.
« Who are you messaging? »
« Someone who owes us an explanation. »
« Can I help? »
I need to check something first.
« Not this time. »
Zoe looked hurt.
« You always rescue me before I finish a sentence, » I explained. « I need to handle this myself. »
I had a plan.
But to make it work, I needed someone to walk into that restaurant without realizing who would be waiting for him.
Not this time.
***
The following evening, Zoe accompanied me to the restaurant.
« Why are we here? »
« Someone’s coming. Sit here while I use the restroom. »
« Sarah… »
« Trust me. »
I had a plan.
I waited near the hallway.
Five minutes later, Ryan arrived and approached Zoe.
