Somebody help her. The cry shattered the warm evening atmosphere like a crack through glass. Forks froze halfway to mouths. Conversations died mid-sentence. The soft piano music drifting through the restaurant suddenly felt distant, almost unreal. Every head turned toward table 14. An elderly woman sat rigid in her chair, her eyes wide with alarm. The elegant dining room of Harbor and Stone, one of Atlantaβs most popular upscale restaurants, had been filled with laughter only seconds earlier. Now silence spread across the room like a shadow. Guests stared. Servers stopped moving. Managers looked up from their stations. But for one long moment, nobody seemed to know what to do.
