not brought me here for the satisfaction of proving we had both been foolish. She needed to know whether anything would actually change.
“Why now?” I asked.
“Because I was planning the brewery.”
I waited.
“Choosing the table, answering messages, deciding who could bring someone, whether we needed food before the reservation. And I realized I was arranging another evening where I’d hope you stayed after everyone else left.”
Her voice caught, almost imperceptibly.
“I didn’t want that to be my birthday wish again.”
I looked at her, unable to
