Chapter 13 - Nathaniel’s Real Birthday
The following year, we returned to The Bellwether.
Same table.
Same empty chair.
This time Nathaniel’s reservation had not been canceled.
Maisie brought a cake.
Seven real candles because she said he owed six from last year plus one “emotional damage candle.”
Nathaniel accepted ruling.
He invited Marco.
Detective Ruiz.
My mother.
Even Nathaniel’s elderly aunt.
The empty chair remained.
Maisie asked, “Who’s that for?”
Nathaniel looked at me.
May you like
“For whoever needs it.”
I nearly cried.
