Karl stood behind the register, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter a little too tightly. His eyes remained fixed on the door where Johnson and Maria had just passed by.
They didn't come inside.
For a moment, Karl had been sure they were heading straight toward the fast-food joint. His stomach had tensed, his pulse had quickened—he wasn't ready to deal with that right now. But at the last second, they veered off, turning down the street and disappearing from sight.
Karl exhaled slowly, his grip loosening.
Still, his mind wouldn't let it go.
Maria.
She had always been… different.
