As I was lighting the last candle, my phone rang. It was Thomas.
“Hey darling, I’m so sorry… I have to fly out for an emergency meeting. We’ll celebrate when I’m back.”
I held back my disappointment and said, “Of course, honey.” Then I just sat on the couch, staring at the table I set for two.
A knock at the door pulled me out of it. It was a courier.
“Anna? Delivery for you.”Continue reading…
