Chapter 130 Five Thousand

• Hannah
• The chair across from me remained suspiciously empty, and all I could do was nervously fidget with my napkin. The waiter had come by three times already, each visit more pointed than the last. I checked my phone again—still no word from Zoe.
• I kept telling myself that she would come, even though I had been sitting here for more than thirty minutes past our meeting time. Scott had assured me he had set up this meeting. He wouldn’t lie, right?