I knew it was Max since he texted me twenty minutes ago that he was on his way. I panicked when I saw Dean, and even though it was the back of his head, and he was now sporting a buzz cut, I knew it was Luke. I knew Dean spotted me. Max got me out of there when he saw my face go three sheets whiter than a ghost. Every single emotion flooded me so quickly, I couldn’t catch my breath. It was like somebody was holding me under water. My knees buckled, my empty tray crashing to the ground. I don’t know where Max came from, but he quickly moved me to the back room, begging me to leave after I told him who was there. Jimmy wasn’t thrilled that I’d left my shift but understood that I was in no way going back out there. I managed for almost two years to stay hidden, and I panicked at the first sign of my old life. But why? Every part of me wanted to run into Luke’s arms and beg his forgiveness. A little part of me knew the reason. I was terrified to have him look at me now that he knew my secret.
