Then he walked out.
I remained alone in the bedroom.
For a while, I tried convincing myself I was still right.
But eventually I grabbed my coat.
I drove to the restaurant.
I didn’t go inside.
Instead, I stood outside the window and watched.
Kira moved from table to table beside Marcus.
They were smiling.
Laughing.
Completely happy.
Then someone spoke beside me.
“Couldn’t stay home either?”
I turned.
Betty stood there with her arms crossed.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then she sighed.
“I’ve been trying to apologize.”
I looked back through the window.
“So have I.”
“They’re always surrounded by people.”
“Then maybe tonight isn’t the right time.”
Betty nodded reluctantly.
“We should let them enjoy themselves.”
She stared at Marcus for another moment.
“But eventually I need him to forgive me. I want to be allowed to see my future grandson.”
