I wrung my hands under the table as I stretched my lips into a smile. Across the table, staring intently my direction was Louisa, her back periodically arching and tummy protruding as she tried to make herself comfortable. The fact that she’d asked me to meet her at the same restaurant where she and Jason were dining in the picture Sparrow had given me made this all the more difficult.

“You know, I keep craving this restaurant,” she said. “They need to keep a table ...