Charlotte’s POV
“He… left?” I stared at the waiter, certain I had misheard. Kieran wouldn’t just leave like that. He wouldn’t ditch me at the restaurant with no text, no reasoning, nothing.
The waiter shrugged. “I’m sorry. He left a little while ago.” His smile was pleasant, if not a little too wide. “Just walked right now. Left the money for the bill.”
“Did he say anything?” I asked.
“Not to me.” He picked up Kieran’s wine glass and set it on his tray. A bright silver wedding band gleamed on his finger, catching the candlelight. It looked a lot like the one Marco had been wearing, but silver wasn’t exactly unheard of, so I thought little of it beyond that brief moment of recognition. “Can I get you anything else?”
I looked at the table. The second slice of cake was sit
