just surprised. There was nothing like that in his manner earlier.”

Kevin’s eyes moved off to the left, as if he were thinking hard. “Maybe he finally admitted to himself that it was over?”

“Maybe.” Denise frowned. “But he’s never been the type to take things that hard.” She shook her head. “I just don’t get it.”

They all looked up as a police officer entered the diner and glanced around, looking for someone. His eyes fell on their party, and he walked over to their table. His belt clanked, and his boots were loud on the tile floor. “Mrs. Evans?” he said as he approached.

Denise forced her now-dry mouth to speak. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry to bother you like this, but Officer Martin tells me you...

Please subscribe to keep reading.