(Mira)
Two days passed since the fight with Ridge.
Things were better between us. Not perfect, but better.
He was trying. I could see that. He didn't question me when I went out. Didn't ask where I was going every time I left. Just kissed me and told me to be safe.
It was progress.
Tuesday came and I was working the lunch shift at The Spoke. The club night in the city was this coming Saturday and I was excited. Harlow had already texted me twice about what to wear.
The bar was busy. Regulars filled the tables. I took orders, served drinks, cleared plates.
Trent and Axel were at their usual table by the window. They'd been there since I started my shift.
Around two, the lunch crowd started thinning out. I was wiping down the bar when the door opened.
A guy walked in. Tall, dark hai
