Chapter 37 Confronting Wilson

• Vivian stared at the clock on the wall of the hotel restaurant, feeling anxious. Her husband had been in the bathroom for almost ten minutes, and Vivian was starting to feel uneasy.
• “Where are you, Gaston? This dinner was supposed to be our moment, not something that makes me worry.”
• Vivian scanned the filled tables, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gaston. She wore a beautiful red dress, her hair cascading elegantly, but it all felt pointless without her husband by her side.