Chapter Four
Ethan
I stop in at Andrews Bagel Co. on my way to work and Mrs. Andrews’ smile grows when she spots me.
“Good morning, Ethan.” She reaches into the display case, grabbing my Asiago bagel and handing it to one of the employees, telling her sliced, cream cheese, not toasted. Then she pulls an empty coffee cup out. I bypass the line to meet her at the cash register. I’m here often and Mrs. Andrews gives me preferential treatment since I used to live across the hall from her son, Seth, back when Sierra and I were still a thing.
“Good morning, Mrs. Andrews.” I pull out my wallet, handing her over a twenty. “How are you?”
“Monday is a good day. Busy day. All you kids don’t want to cook for yourselves.” She hands me my change and I glimpse behind me to the line. Sure enough, mos
