In the days that followed, I reported the incident to the authorities, providing them with the article and any information I had. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. The experience had been a harsh reminder of the masks people wear and the importance of trusting one’s instincts.

As for Michael—no, David—he disappeared once more, slipping back into the shadows. But I vowed to remain vigilant, not just for myself, but for others who might cross paths with him in the future. The waitress’s courage had saved me, and I hoped to pay it forward, ensuring no one else fell victim to his deceit.