(Kate's POV)
I don't go straight home after Ethan leaves.
Instead, I sit at that empty table in a restaurant I've been coming to for forty years, drinking wine I can't taste and watching the city lights blur through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The waiter approaches twice to ask if I need anything. I wave him away both times.
What I need, he can't provide.
My phone buzzes. Rosalie.
Grandmother, are you still at the restaurant? Should I come get you?
I ignore it.
After another twenty minutes, the restaurant manager appears. A young man in an expensive suit who wasn't born the last time I dined here with my husband.
"Mrs. Hale," he says carefully. "We're preparing to close for the evening. Is there anything else we can do for you?"
"No. Thank you. I'll leave."
I gather my things.
