#Chapter 93: A New Angle

Abby I push open the door to the restaurant, the soft chime signaling my unexpected entrance. I feel the weight of curious gazes on me—Daisy, Ethan, a few waiters. They’re all surprised to see me back so early. “Abby, what are you doing here?” Ethan asks, a mix of confusion and concern etching his face. “We thought you weren’t supposed to be back from your vacation until tomorrow.” “I just… wasn’t really feeling it,” I say, forcing a smile that probably looks more like a grimace. “I decided to come back a little early.” Ethan nods. Maybe he’s satisfied with my response, or maybe he just figures that it’s not his business. But then my eyes lock with Chloe’s. The slight tilt of her head, the thin press of her lips—it all screams, ‘We need to talk.’ “As happy as I am to see you home early,” Chloe says, lowering her voice, “I think we should talk. Now.” As soon as we’re enclosed in the privacy of my dimly lit office, Chloe locks the door and turns to me with