Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 35
THE THEATER LISTED on the ticket for Ariana’s recital is a half-hour drive
across town, and I hop in the rental SUV the second I walk out of the Riccis’
house and head there immediately.
It’s an ornate building with massive Greco-Roman columns framing the
front, and stained glass skylights obscuring the night sky. After handing an
usher my ticket, I’m sent in the direction of the appropriate auditorium, but
spend a few extra minutes pacing outside, just in case Elena hasn’t gone in
yet.
Fifteen minutes pass, and she doesn’t show up, so I go inside and find my
seat.
We’re in a private box, apparently, only accessible through a separate set
of stairs, guarded by an usher with braces, who smiles brightly at me when I
flash my barcode.
“Mr. Anderson, seat 11B.” She glances around, then hands my ticket