Finn sat at the table in the restaurant and played with his wine glass. His suit felt restrictive, like his tie was cutting off his breath and his jacket felt like it didn’t fit him properly even though it had been tailor-made for him. Peyton was late. Not late enough to worry about yet, but late enough for a niggle of apprehension to wiggle its way into his psyche. It was a sign. He had decided that tonight would be the night that he would come clean with her. Lay it all out on the table. Bare his heart and soul to her. But she was late and that definitely...