"I'm not in Riverdale. I'm in Seaside City."
"Seaside City." A pause. His tone shifted from surprised to focused. "Send me your location. I'm coming. Now."
Before I could protest, the line went dead.
Two hours later, the shop bell chimed. A tall, familiar figure stepped inside—Nathan Henson.
When his eyes found me, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost bashful.
"Hearing your voice... I couldn't just sit there." He shrugged. "Got a little excited."
"It's been so long. Figured I'd treat you to a meal."
His shy expression pulled a laugh out of me. It was only later I learned how he'd arrived so fast: private jet.
We caught up briefly, bridging the decade between us, before I laid everything out. All of it.
When I finished, Nathan shot up from his chair, face dark with rage.
"That animal." His fists clenched. "If that bastard were standing here right now, I'd kill him."
He rolled up his sleeves like he was ready to brawl. A genuine snort escaped me—my first real laugh in ages.
He thumped his chest, eyes locking onto mine.
"Leave it to me. I'll handle the lawsuit." His voice hardened with conviction. "We're going to destroy him."