I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

it.”

“She did.”

He hesitated.

“There’s something else. The owner would like to speak with you.”

I almost said no.

Then he added, “Not to smooth things over. To ask something.”

The owner was the woman from the bar.

Her name was Eleanor Voss, and she had owned the restaurant for eleven years. She had been there that night for her daughter’s birthday, sitting continue reading …