And I want him in ours, too.
I reach next to me by reflex, but Yulian isn’t there. I’ve never wished harder that he’d appear out of thin air, with his cologneand GQ stubble and million-dollar suit. I want to share my answer now, in front of everyone we know and love. Want to start
our lives without a second’s pause.
I barely glance at the waiter, so lost I am in my own happiness. “Sure. Can we, um… see the menu?”
“Of course.” He hands me one. “I’ll be back soon for you.”
Weird choice of words, but I nearly don’t notice. My mind is completely elsewhere. “Thanks.”
Then I look at the menu…
… And my heart stops.
No. I drop it like it’s burning. It can’t be. But the words finger-painted in red stay.
HAVE YOU SAID GOODBYE TO HIM?
I spring up, but the waiter’s gone.
Was that Desya? I r
