My Best Friend Took My Autistic Son to the Same Diner Every Time She Visited—On His 18th Birthday, the Waitress Finally Revealed What They’d Really Been Doing There

skin beside her thumbnail.

She was doing it now.

Leo looked between us.

“I want the diner.”

I knew how she lied.

“Then that’s where we’re going,” I said.

Chloe looked down at her coffee.

And for the rest of the afternoon, she barely spoke.

Now, sitting inside that diner, I understood why her reaction had bothered me.

Everyone knew Leo… personally.

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