I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

always did.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me,” he said gently.

“I wasn’t sure either,” I replied, sliding in. “But here I am.”

Up close, I saw the familiar shape of Steed’s mouth—not identical, but close enough to stir my heart.

“He could have given it sooner, Hart,” I said. “Why wait?”

I wasn’t harsh—just curious. Dunn never knew me; he only had Steed’s continue reading …