Chapter 32 Not Good

• ~John~
• I waited in the bar where Ethan and I had planned to meet, glancing at the clock as the minutes dragged on. It was starting to feel strange—Ethan was never late, not even for casual meet-ups. If something came up, he’d always text or call beforehand.
• “What’s holding him up?” I wondered, my stomach knotting with worry. I reached for my phone, about to unlock it, when his name lit up my screen. Relief flooded through me as I answered.