ELLA

I hadn’t heard wrong. Harris said Marshall was here. In this restaurant. In the same building.

My heart thumps.

Fuck. I grab my purse, completely out of it. Devlin stands up, eyeing me confusedly as I struggle to let the words out. His father is here. “What’s wrong?” He asks, “Talk to me. What happened?”

“Marshall is here,” I blurt, already racing towards the door. “He’s here.”

“What?” Devlin is in awe. I guess he didn’t understand when I told him his ...