Chapter 4

The restaurant buzzed with conversation as our friends gathered around the large table. I'd spent extra time getting ready tonight—a rare night out with our college friends that Zachary had actually agreed to. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, and I wore the navy dress Zachary once said brought out my eyes.

"You look nice," Sarah whispered, squeezing my hand under the table. "It's good to see you out."

I smiled gratefully at my best friend. "Thanks for organizing this."

The server had just taken our drink orders when the restaurant door swung open. Leila Harris stood…