Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
The date on the receipt was October 2018.
I tilted the page toward the light.
“Why is this dated six years back?”
Derek’s smile didn’t move.
“Sign it, Charlotte.”
I twisted my silver ring one time.
“No.”
He took both pages back and evened them against the edge of my desk.