He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

booking error at the restaurant placed us at the same private dining table.

I lifted my glass, the condensation cool against my fingertips.

— I just got fired.

He didn’t look shocked. If anything, he looked intellectually intrigued.

— Well, — he said, tapping the rim of his glass against mine. — Then it’s probably time the right people finally noticed continue reading …