Chapter 91

He led me away to my truck. Looking at the car pained me now. I remembered the hours and hours Dad and I spent working on the truck in the garage. I could almost smell the lilies he was always put on the dash to combat the smell of engine oil.

I watched the world zip by as Tristan drove. About twenty minutes later he was pulling into a parking lot. "Where are we?"

"A pancake place," he answered.

I looked at him as if he were crazy. "It's two in the afternoon."

He smiled. "Pancakes are a comfort food. I think you could use a little of that right now. Am I right?"