I lift a hand, one corner of my mouth pulling up into a smile while she decides whether or not she’s going to go through with this. For a second, she looks like she’s going to walk out. Her body shifts slightly, shoulders angling for the door she just walked through before she forces herself to move toward me. My heart stutters in my chest, and it’s a painful flutter that makes me lower my hand just so I can rub at it. Mallory sits down in the seat across from me, smiling at the waiter who appears out of nowhere to hand her a menu and pour her a glass of water.
