Chapter 5

Chapter 5 of 8

“Elena?” David’s voice brought me back.

Only then did I notice I was holding my fork

Motionless over the food. “Sorry. Zoned out for a second.”

“It’s fine,” he said, sliding the plate closer. “Here. Their specialty.”

I took a bite. It was really good.

“Good, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

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