Chapter 36

"When did you learn how to make this?" I took a bite. "I didn't. I had the hotel kitchen make it following the recipe." He started the car, his tone very light. "You bought this at that cafe in Paris every morning for three years straight. I assumed you loved it." I chewed the sandwich. For some reason, my throat felt tight. The car drove out of the city, crossed the river bridge, and headed all the way toward the fishing village on the other side. The scenery on both sides of the road shifted...