My husband skipped our 15th anniversary dinner to watch soccer with his friends. When …

he would.

At 6:45, I arrived at Rosewood Grill. Our reservation was for seven.

The hostess led me to a corner table near the window. It was the same area where Austin had proposed to me all those years ago. I sat down, smoothed my dress, and looked at the door every time it opened.

At 7:05, I told myself he was parking.

At 7:15, I told myself traffic was continue reading …