Cole turned in his seat and reached out, grabbing her coat sleeve as she passed our table.

“Sierra.

Sit back down.”

Sierra stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked down at his fingers on her coat.

Her warm expression was completely gone, replaced by an icy, distant stare.

“Move,” Sierra said.

She yanked her sleeve out of his hand and pushed through the heavy wooden exit doors without looking back.

Cole watched the double doors swing shut, his chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths.