I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

Dunn.

I held the picture to my heart and closed my eyes.

“I wish you’d told me, Steed. But I understand why you didn’t, my darling.”

That night, I tucked the letter under my pillow, like I used to with his notes when he traveled.

I slept better than I had in years.

Hart was waiting at the booth the next day. He stood up quickly—the same eager way Steed continue reading …