Hours tick by like that. At some point, the room service comes. A little wheeled cart with a domed plate and a sprig of rosemary on the napkin. I tip the kid in cash and eat half the grilled chicken sitting cross-legged on the bedspread, watching the flames lick at a log that won’t quite catch.
My mind drifts where it always drifts now.
It’s strange to see someone I saw so recently and still feel the pang in my chest like we’ve been separated for decades. Long-lost lovers, only without the love. But that feeling was so real.
I saw Mat in the lobby, looking at me without actually looking, and my heart double-clutched with the sweetest pain. I’ve thought of him every day since the encounter in the park. All I’ve had to do is close my eyes and there he is, on his knees in the freezing ston
