Emily had been trained to diffuse these types of situations—offer a drink, give them space, let them calm down. She knew how to do this. She could handle this. As she approached the couple’s table, the man looked up at her.
A chill ran through her. His face—his features—there was something so familiar about him. The way he sat, the way he looked at her, the way his smile curled up on one side. It was impossible. He couldn’t be…