Chapter 77 Truth Thread
- She moved carefully between crowded tables, trying to keep her eyes on Adam. But as she squeezed past a chair, a man’s muddy boot clipped her heel, nearly sending her sprawling.
- “Watch it,” the man grunted, glaring up from his chipped mug.
- Sara’s cheeks flushed, more from humiliation than anger. “Do you even know who—” She cut herself off, biting back the instinct. No. Blend in. Don’t make a scene.