CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
Tristan didn’t say a word during lunch but his gaze never wavered from me. I felt it on my back up until the moment he left the diner, along with his cousins and the two women. Later in the evening, I picked up my son from school, coming with him to the diner. His grandmother picked him up about a few minutes later, wanting to spend more time with her grandson and promised she’d have him back before dinner.
“Okay. So?” Kate, questioned, making me look up from drying the dishes. The dinner rush would soon begin and we could not afford to be caught unawares.
“Hmm?” I gave a confused stare.
“All day I’ve waited for an explanation and you have provided none. For a whole month, you-know-who, disappeared. No one saw him and no one had any idea of his whereabouts. People w
