CHAPTER 14

Sutton When I walked into the crowded restaurant, I knew not to look for Nico near the food. The man hardly ever ate, and when he did, it was a celery stick. I am still a little angry with God over celery. Why does it have those stringy things that are so disgusting? I felt like throwing up in my mouth just thinking about it. Over to the left of the bar, I saw Nico on a bench that was just wide enough that it could fit two asses. He was engrossed with something on his phone, and suddenly...