One Sentence Across the Table

reached into his inside jacket pocket.

Removed his phone.

Opened an email.

Looked back at me.

“I’m sorry…”

“But would your first name happen to be Emily?”

“Yes.”

Silence settled over the dining room.

He slowly lowered the phone.

His expression changed completely.

Then he quietly stood from the table.

Every conversation stopped.

Rebecca looked confused.

“So…”

“What continue reading …