me. “He didn’t.”
I laughed—a jagged, wrong-sounding thing. I set the onesie back in the bag, turned the frame face-down, and took a long, slow breath.
“Okay,” I said quietly. “I’m done.”
“Do you want to go home?” Mia asked gently.
“No,” I said, surprising myself. “We’re finishing this dinner. I paid for it. We’re going to eat and drink and I’m going to continue reading …
