Chapter 7
CHRIS
I stare at my phone as if it’s going to get me to Rosalyn any faster.
I just got back from a run when Ros called, so I needed to shower before meeting her. I know exactly which coffee shop she is talking about.
I turn the corner at the end of the brick village hall. I grab my phone and check it. Nothing yet.
No messages.
No Rosalyn.
I see the sign for the coffee shop up ahead. It’s a red awning over two glass doors.
I walk in just as a local band is taking their places. Heading to the front counter, I flip out my wallet, dodging the early barista crew that just arrived and is already setting up for an early Friday morning rush.
The eclectic beat of music is already pouring out, and I let the phone buzz in my pocket as I wait in line. A few of the guys from the band
