“I know she is here.” I can hear Meranda choking and Lisa nudges me with her foot.

“You have three seconds to come out, Evelyn, or I kill your friend,” Thaddeus growls out before hearing the sound of chairs moving and the bell going off as people run from the cafe. Standing up, I walk out of the kitchen. Thaddeus has Meranda by the throat, letting her go when I walk out and she stumbles back clutching her throat, her red hair half pulled from its bun. She had tears on her cheeks. I felt so guilty. I shouldn’t have run, or at least shouldn’t have come here. But where...