DAHLIA "He won't tell me. My daughter too. He's making my daughter keep secrets from me. The jerk." I laid in bed, complaining to Cassie about what had happened today, carefully leaving out the make out session part.

It was past ten pm.

I'd returned to the restaurant around past six pm. Cassie had been done with her shift and was standing in for me while also waiting for me. She'd been all about the gist, almost forcing me to spill at work.

But I'd promised to tell her once we closed and ...