Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.
—Yawatta Hosby
What did he want? What did he mean he was in the right place?
Mackenzie glanced through the glass doors. It was dark outside, except for the dim light from the front entrance. A night breeze swooshed leaves throughout the parking lot.
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