“Sorry.”
“That’s okay.”
He looked at me.
“Do you want to see the rest?”
My heart dropped.
“The rest?”
Hannah made a strange sound that was half laugh, half sob.
“Oh, Claire.”
I stared at her.
“What else is there?”
Mason stood.
“Come.”
Diane turned off the diner’s overhead music.
The conversations around us slowly faded.
Customers looked toward Mason.
I suddenly noticed something I should have noticed the moment we arrived.
Every booth was occupied.
People were standing near the walls.
Several faces from the photographs were there.
The nursing student—older now.
The police officer.
The man using a wheelchair.
A woman holding a toddler.
A gray-haired man at the counter.
And near the entrance stood a tall man I recognized from Diane’s photograph.
Tyler.
He was holding hands with a woman beside him.
Two little girls clung to their legs.
My breath caught.
Mason walked toward booth seven.
