The restaurant was elegant and luxurious. I told the hostess I was waiting for someone and she led me to a secluded corner with candles on the table. It was February 14th, after all. I thanked her and asked for sparkling water as I settled in to wait. And wait.
Three hours later, after sending numerous texts without getting a response, I gave up on the evening and ordered a salad and more water for myself. Was this some kind of joke? Jaiden hadn’t seemed to be the kind of person to do something like this, but then, what did I know? Apparently, I was a poor judge of character.
I left the restaurant and decided not to go home right away. I didn’t want to deal with Anderson and Albert going at it, or their sympathetic glances when the story came pouring out. Instead, I wandered the streets,
