A few hours later, Lydia and I were in a car headed across the city. It was a very upscale waterfront restaurant that catered to authentic Italian food.

I had only been here one other time with her, and that was when we were eighteen and Mr. Taylor was trying to make Lydia feel more at home.

“So, why are we going here?" I asked as we exited the car and walked towards the front door of the building.

“This is very upscale, for a meager lunch with me."

Laughing, Lydia shook her head with a smile. “We are meeting someone here."

Of course, we are. Why would I think...