Chapter Fifty-Six. Davina.
I would love to say that this romantic restaurant experience is everything I have ever dreamed of. The plush décor and low lights with loving couples dotted around the intimate tables, lit by candles. But I cannot do that, because as amazing as this is, I cannot stop worrying about Max. Something just feels wrong in my gut, and the longer we sit here, the stronger that feeling is.
I know, I know I am just worrying, and I need to just live in the moment and trust that my son is okay.
My stomach is churning and the steak I ordered is sticking in my throat. Mars is a little spaced out as well, clearly, he is worried about our pup as much as I am.
So far, my first ever ‘real’ date is a bit of a bust. Despite being with my gorgeous mate, and sitting in this am
