~Joan~

I took a sip of the lemonade in front of me, glancing around the small Chinese restaurant where Brielle had asked me to meet her.

She’d insisted we meet after work, claiming she had something important to tell me—something that couldn’t wait until we were at the office.

I’d picked a seat facing the entrance so I could see everyone who walked in or out. I sighed, setting my glass down and glancing at my watch.

9:25 PM. So much for meeting at 9.

She ...