“Today? I’m going to enjoy what I have.”
Silvio nodded and went back over to his stool. I got to my feet, walked over to the counter, and stepped behind it.
I needed to make one more vat of Fletcher’s secret barbecue sauce today, among other things, and I quickly lost myself in the comforting rhythms of cooking, cleaning, and cashing out customers. All the while, though, I kept thinking about everything that I had to do next, my mind spinning one strand after another, stringing them all together into a web of certainty.
I’d told Silvio the truth. Today I would enjoy and be grateful for everything that I had. The restaurant, my friends, my family, Owen.
But I’d also told Tucker the truth too. I would never give up my quest to find out more about my mother and what had led to her murder, and I wouldn’t back down from the powerful people who’d taken her away from me.
So tomorrow I would start figuring out a way to keep my friends and family safe during my upcoming war with the Circle.