Chapter 208 The Meeting

• Agnes
• I fidgeted in the passenger seat as Elijah pulled into the dive bar’s parking lot. The place looked exactly as I remembered it from my past life—grimy windows with neon beer signs, chipped paint on the exterior, and a crooked sign hanging above the door.
• Years ago, I’d spent many nights here trying to drown my sorrows after Thea disappeared. I figured it would be fitting to meet here—to show him where his daughter spent her lonely evenings after he kicked her to the curb.