Chapter 27

Nox

It had been over a week since I’d seen my Charli asleep in our bed. Now I was a voyeur, watching from afar, through an electronic feed from Isaac's phone.

With everything in me I wanted to be there, to be sure she'd arrive and that the plan had a chance of working. Charli didn't know what was in store: it was too risky. For this to work, she needed to appear and be completely unaware.

From the limited view I could see the tea room. From Isaac's description, the restaurant seemed to be the epitome of girly. It would never survive in Brooklyn and maybe not even in Rye. From the lace tablecloths and tiny teacups to the crystal chandeliers and dainty cakes, I could list a thousand reasons why it was not my kind of place.

There was one reason that it was, and according to Isaac she'd just entered.

He whispered his commentary as I waited across town.