My Best Friend Took My Autistic Son to the Same Diner Every Time She Visited—On His 18th Birthday, the Waitress Finally Revealed What They’d Really Been Doing There

fast.”

He noticed it himself.

He turned back, folded the apron neatly, and placed it beneath the counter with everyone else’s.

He would need it Saturday.

“See you Saturday,” Leo called.

Several voices answered him.

“See you Saturday.”

Outside, Richard slipped his hand into mine.

Chloe walked beside Leo with a quiet, contented smile.

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