“We were worried you guys got lost,” Lily said, leaning over the candle in the center of the white tablecloth. “The traffic on Main Street looked terrible from the window.”
“We made fine time,” I said, though my voice sounded thinner than I wanted it to.
Lily leaned closer, her eyes scanning my face under the amber glow of the hanging lamps. Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a line between her brows.
“Mom, your eyes are so red,” Lily said, her silver rings clicking together as she touched her own cheek. “Are you okay? Have you been crying?”
I smoothed my hands down my thighs, pressing the emerald silk against my legs to stop my fingers from shaking.
“It is just the cold wind outside,” I said, offering her a quick smile that did not reach my eyes. “The breeze off the river is really strong tonight.”
Jake looked from me to the empty chair at the head of the table, his spoon quiet in his hand.
