The Breadcrumb

POV: Maren

I balanced his grease-stained plate on my left forearm, my right hand reaching for the crumpled twenty-dollar bills shoved under the ceramic rim. The cash was more than enough to cover the burnt coffee and eggs he had ordered. But right beneath the green bills hid a small, folded scrap of white paper.

My breath snagged in my throat.

I scanned the diner floor. Gemma yelled an order fr