Short Novels

He Came Back—And Pulled Me Into a Hotel Room

"I'll pay." I stood up and reached for the small plate, but my hand stopped when I saw him. "Ervin?" Dayana's voice tilted like she wanted to be proud and surprised at once. "Long time." The man who had walked into the coffee shop smiled with a face I had not seen in seven years and yet knew by memory. I felt Dayana's fingers close on my sleeve. "That's my boyfriend," she said fast, and then, "Oh—" Her voice cracked into the air when he turned. Alvaro Adams looked at me as if...