Natalie & Warren — The Letters He Never Let Her Read
I said yes.
I sat on a bench outside, watching people hurry past with umbrellas and takeout coffee.
A year earlier I would have checked whether Vance needed lunch, whether his mother expected me at an event, whether I had forgotten an errand that might cause an argument.
Now I had a baby waiting with Leila and a father who had offered to make soup for dinner.
The idea of going home to that made me smile.