Chapter 14

On the first snow of December, Callum asked me to dinner. Le Ciel. The same restaurant. The same night of the year. Our anniversary. I almost said no. Then I remembered who I was now. "Main dining room," I said. "Center table. Not the private room." There was a pause on the phone. "Yes. Of course. Center table." He was there forty minutes early. He stood when I walked in. In front of everyone. The whole restaurant turned to look. He didn't care. "You look beautiful," he said. "You're early." "I...