The drive to Anderson & Park felt twice as long as it should have.
Every mile gave my imagination more opportunities to create disasters.
Maybe Felix was alive.
Maybe someone was pretending to be Felix.
Maybe X-Reveals had finally decided to stop playing games.
That last possibility refused to leave my mind.
I arrived before Ethan.
Parked where I had a clear view of the diner.
And waited.
A few minutes later his car pulled into the lot.
I watched him go inside.
Then the waiting began.
At first nothing happened.
Customers came and went.
A delivery truck stopped outside a bakery across the street.
An elderly couple walked their dog through the snow.
Life continued exactly as normal.
Inside the diner, Ethan sat near the window nursing a cup of coffee.
Checking his phone.
Looking toward the entrance.
Waiting.
An hour passed.
Then two.
By the third hour I was certain nobody was coming.
Whatever this was, it wasn't a reunion.
It was something else.
