Chapter 3 - Questions No One Can Answer
“He doesn't want to go back to you, and frankly, I need to know why this face is staring at me from your restaurant's past,” I retorted.
The restaurant manager, an older man named Arthur with silver hair, hurried over from the kitchen doors.
“Is there a problem here, Mr. Vance?” Arthur asked nervously, eyeing Julian’s expensive watch and tense posture.
“This server is refusing to return my child, Arthur. Have her removed immediately,” Julian ordered, his jaw clenching tightly.
Arthur glanced at the old polaroid on the wall, then looked directly at me, his eyes widening in sudden, unmistakable shock.
“Good Lord... you look exactly like Elena did twenty-five years ago,” Arthur murmured under his breath.
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Julian shot Arthur a lethal glare, a silent warning that hung heavily in the dim ambient lighting of the dining room.
“Shut your mouth, Arthur, or your restaurant won’t survive the week,” Julian hissed through clenched teeth.
