Dangerous Nostalgia

Joanne watched as Jonathan struggled with the toast. She had only offered it out of courtesy—he could've just left it on the plate if he didn't want it. She wouldn't have minded.

"I'd have prepared something better if I knew you were coming," she said, glancing at him. It wasn't just small talk. She genuinely didn't know why he was there.

Jonathan wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression brightening. "Ah, yes!" He reached for the brown paper bag he'd brought and slid it across the table. "I wanted to return these personally."

Joanne peeked inside. Her Tupperware. The ones she had sent with food for Charlotte.

A fond smile tugged at her lips. "You didn't have to… Did she like it?"