Chapter 37 Peter Warden: Another Face Of Evil

• Melissa
• I walked around the diner, taking orders and smiling fixedly at the patrons. It was late afternoon. Brad had not turned up to meet me since that horrible day. I had tried to call him after waiting for a couple of days but the call had gone to voice mail.
• Little Jack had seemed perturbed and he had loved seeing Brad. It had nearly broken me all over again to see him watching the door longingly. He had come to care for the only man who had seen after his father. Being just close to three years, he was too young to understand anything except that Brad had seemed to step into his late father's shoes. For his sake, I had swallowed my pride and had tried to call Brad again, hoping he would have worked out his feelings.