Chapter 89 — The weak link

“A plan?” Desmond’s eyes shine in an understanding that makes me regret playing with his expectations, and then he adds to me, “I see… when you said you had a plan, that’s what you were talking about.”

“Before I explain everything, how about ordering something? I don’t want to disturb your lunch.”

Desmond clenches his teeth, probably swallowing petty words. It’s funny how he’s always composed but