Chapter 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN: PASSPORT TO A TRIP.

ZARA

“I have to take this.”

The way his voice dropped in that moment was weird. He sounded more like a businessman than a bartender. He stared at me as if he was waiting for me to permit him. I nodded while murmuring a barely audible 'okay.'

I sat there eating until I was filled. Everything abo...

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