Meanwhile inside the café, Anna choked on her drink so abruptly that the couple at the next table flinched.
'Why do I feel like someone is missing me?' she wondered, dabbing the remnants of juice from her lips with a napkin. Her gaze drifted to Shawn, and the realization finally clicked.
"Did Mariam reach home safely?" she asked, because their meet-up wasn't really about drinks—it was about serious business disguised as casual sipping.
"Yes, I made sure of it," he replied, recalling how he'd followed the lady all the way to her old home and waited like a silent neighborhood watchdog to ensure she was safe and sound.
Anna's eyes softened. She could imagine how helpless Mariam must have felt—yet a part of her also wanted to drag Kira across a floor full of Legos for daring to hurt someone who still cared about her despite all her mistakes.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Shawn asked, catching Anna staring with that I'm-about-to-murder-someone-politely look.
