66: Flirty Stranger

JENNA

I knew the direction of the bar from the tour Amaya gave us when we first arrived. I found it easily. But for some reason, going in didn’t seem like the right thing to do.

I wished I was on call with Claire right now, she would have given me the words of encouragement I needed.

No, I didn’t need any encouragement. I said to myself. I didn’t need anybody to push me when I ran for miles on foot. I left the only home I have ever known with barely enough money to get a solid meal. And I’m still standing.

I own a restaurant. I’m a proud mother. I’m loved in my new home. I’m good. I’m fine.

I kept repeating the words until I felt better. Until the fast pacing of my heart reduced to a gentle thrum. Then I huffed out a breath through my mouth and looked at the entrance again. No one is going to catch you, Jenna.

It is just a club. I said for the last time. I took a step forward but didn’t fully go in.

“You know, there isn’t a monster in there, right?” I was startled when I heard the dee