“You didn’t have to pick somewhere this fancy, Natalie.”
“I didn’t,” I replied.
Henry looked over at Serena.
“I thought so.”
Serena waved from the middle of the table.
“Come on, Dad. It’s your birthday.” Tarryn, Chris’s mother, kissed my cheek and asked about my job. Neither she nor Henry had ever called me a wallet, continue reading …
