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

customers.”

Eleanor smiled slightly.

“No. As a story about the cost of deciding who matters before they sit down.”

Months later, Ava and I celebrated our anniversary again.

Not at Eleanor’s restaurant. Not because we hated it. Because that memory belonged to something else now, and we wanted a night that did not ask us to be brave.

We went to my father’s continue reading …