“Daniel! Have you seen my glue?”
“Second kitchen drawer, sweetheart.”
“Thanks!”
My heart sank.
He knew where her things were.
He knew how to answer her without thinking.
The same way I once should have.
“I’m Ross,” I finally said.
His expression changed.
“Oh. I’m Daniel.”
“I need to speak with Helena.”
He stepped aside.
“Of course. Come in.”
The house looked familiar, but different.
The front porch had been repainted.
Flowers filled the planters.
The living room was brighter.
And several new photographs hung on the walls.
One immediately caught my attention.
Helena was standing beneath the Eiffel Tower.
She wore the blue scarf I’d bought her years earlier.
Beside her stood Daniel.
Both were smiling.
I stepped closer.
Paris.
The city we’d always dreamed of visiting together.
The honeymoon destination we’d postponed.
The trip we’d promised would happen someday.
She’d finally gone.
