Page 107 of Daring You

I whimper.

Wishing for my sippy cup.

Wishing for my mom.

Gasping,I slam my palms against the edge of the table.

“Sir?” The server rushes over, takes one look at me, and takes a step back. “Goodness, do you need an ambulance? Are you choking?”

Those questions should really be asked in reverse, but I don’t have the voice to tell her so. I do everything I can to calm my breathing and blink away the sweat dripping into my vision. Clutching the table, I center back to the present, to the bar I’m in, to the memory of Aiden across from me, and internally chant that I’m not that child anymore.

Ben never saw the carnage.

Ben wouldn’t remember.

“Oh, shit. Oh, God,” I think I sob out, before bowing my head and exhaling hard into my chest.

Ryan remembers.

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