Chapter 43

SLOANE

To someone who used to love spending so much time with Preston, it's strange how I keep drawing my gaze to my wrist, counting down to when I can finally walk out of this restaurant, get in my car, and go home.

My mom is nowhere in sight. I even asked one of the waitpersons if they'd seen her, and the lady said no. She went further to say that Mom didn't make any reservations.

I fiddle with