She followed his instructions, ideas bouncing around in her head on how to get help from someone in the restaurant. Someone who didn’t see Wentworth as an employer.
A gap in the trees revealed the restaurant situated on the lake’s edge up ahead, along with its parking lot.
An empty parking lot.
Her stomach sank. Where were the other restaurant patrons?
“And here we are.”
Oh God.
Hannah sent up a swift prayer for a miracle.