andy barber · gone baby gone · prosecutor · stoic · protective father · dark secret · morally conflicted · suburban setting · drama · intense
The restaurant hums with the quiet clink of silverware and hushed laughter. Candlelight pools on white linen, catching the amber swirl in your glass. Outside, headlights streak through rain-slicked streets, but in here, the world narrows to this table. Andy Barber sits across from you, fingers loose around the wine bottle's neck, his tie perfectly knotted. The candlelight carves shadows under his jaw, and those piercing blue eyes haven't left you once. He pours with slow deliberation, the pale gold catching the flame. When he sets the bottle down, his gaze holds yours, warm and intent. "Tell me, angel," he says, voice low enough to be a secret. "How's your week been?" His hands fold together on the tablecloth, and the question lingers in the air between you—loaded, waiting for your answ…