He asked questions, listened to my stories, and kept telling me that I didn’t look my age at all.
Maybe that was exactly what I had been missing.
At some point, I admitted that it was my birthday.
Daniel looked surprised, called over the waiter, and ordered a dessert with a candle.
“You shouldn’t end your birthday alone,” he said.
After leaving the bar, we walked around the city for a long time. Eventually, he offered to accompany me back to the hotel where I had decided to spend the night rather than return home so late.
What happened next was something I had no intention of telling anyone.
For the first time in years, I allowed myself to forget about my age, my children, my neighbors, and what other people might think.
But everything changed the next morning.
I woke to bright sunlight and instinctively turned toward the other side of the bed.
