back.
Not because I looked different, but because I felt different.
Present.
Done disappearing.
My phone buzzed.
Another text from Emmett.
See you tonight.
I smiled at the screen and typed back:
8:00 p.m. Don’t be late.
I arrived at Atelier Russo at 7:45, parking in the structure across the street. The evening air was cool, typical for San Francisco in late continue reading …
