Gemotions

The sign read: "The Last Supper at Luigi's." Mark's gut clenched. Luigi’s was where he'd proposed to his wife. It was more than a restaurant, it was part of his history. His blood ran cold.

He became a shadow, present whenever possible. He'd sit at the bar, watching the other customers, the staff's faces. He studied Luigi’s face, looking for any clue, any hidden pain. His questions came rapidly, fueled by a desperation that he couldn't hide.

He began documenting everything. He took notes on the flavors, the service, the conversations. He took pictures of every dish, every detail. He watched everyone with a fixed gaze. He would not miss a thing.