Christopher waited beside the passenger door wearing the charcoal suit I had chosen the previous Christmas.

His face brightened when he saw me.

“You look absolutely incredible tonight.”

“So do you.”

I kissed his cheek because the movement belonged to a habit older than my discovery.

Then I sat in the car, placed the bulging clutch on my lap, and fastened my seat belt.

I was about to spend the longest dinner party of my life beside a man who still believed I knew nothing.

PART 2 — The Longest Dinner