Liam spent half his night and the entire morning trying to figure out how to talk to Carmen. He remembered what it was like after his dad died. The depression and misery, not wanting to think about him, but not being able to put him out of his head. But this was her future. They needed to take care of it as soon as possible.
He grabbed his work clothes and drove to the restaurant. He chose a place close to Carmen’s house, even though it was out of his way. He figured she’d be most comfortable in her own neighborhood. When he got to the restaurant, she was waiting outside the door.
The wind blew her hair around her face. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, but she looked a million times better than she had when he’d arrived at her house last night. When she saw him, she smiled and waved.
