“Theodore?” Mirabelle whispered under her breath, her heart rate immediately picking up even as she took a step toward the road.
But then she blinked, and he was gone. Mirabelle stopped and frowned. Confused. Her eyes darted from one end of the street to the other, but there was no Theodore, just the usual people leaving their places of work for a quick lunch.
Had she imagined him? Mirabelle wondered with a sinking feeling. If she had gotten to the point of hallucinating the man, then she was in worse shape than she’d thought. After two weeks of no communication, Theodore couldn’t have been clearer about his thoughts toward her and she should have gotten past it already. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening.
“What are you doing?” Morris’s voice suddenly cut through her haze
