Chapter 12

By the time I got back to my apartment, I knew exactly what to text Luke to get my seat back. I can keep it to myself for one night. I typed it with my coat still on. My keys were in my other hand. I wanted to hear his toast. I wanted to see him get through the first few words, which would be the hardest for him. When he was twelve, he’d had to thank his hockey coach at an end-of-season dinner. He’d asked me to sit where he could see me. Halfway through, he lost his place and looked up....