I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Perrier. I carried the sparkling water to the wide window that gave a great view of the city—a city full of people with loved ones and secure in their happiness. When would I ever have that? I hoped I wouldn’t have to get cats when I turned forty. I was allergic.
I sat on the ledge, lost in thought, until my phone buzzed in my pocket. Frowning, especially since no one ever texted me so late at night, I looked at the screen and almost threw the phone across the room.
Jaiden: What dinner are you talking about and why the frantic texts?
Really? He was going to pretend like nothing happened?
Me: I got a card signed by you saying you wanted to have dinner tonight.
Ha! Let him try to worm his way out of that.
Jaiden: I didn’t send you a card, though I should have. I’ve been in Toronto for weeks and I won’t get back until March.
Oh. fuck. If he didn’t send it, then who…?