A small scream escaped Leila when Charles stood. Her chair collapsed to the floor and the sound echoed in the empty restaurant.

Where was Amara? Where was her husband?

Leila couldn’t count on herself to put a stop to any of Charles’s shenanigans. She held her bag to her chest as if to defend herself. She should have known coming here was a bad idea. Doing her best to remain unaffected by his stance, Leila lowered her handbag and stepped back.

“There’s no moving on ...