She was a giver, not a taker. But I wanted to be that person—to ensure she never wanted for anything, to fulfill her.
I wanted her to know what it felt like to be cared for.
“We can come back whenever you want.” I released her fingers to take the last bite of my cake. A dense chocolate and raspberry creation that had fudge and syrup, a burst of tartness and a swirl of something achingly sweet. “My parents only come here about two weekends a month. The rest of the time, it’s ours if we want it.”
“I’d love that.”
“After Utah or before?”
She set down her spoon, laughing. “Considering we’re going to Utah next week, I’d say, after.”
“You don’t have to say that. Like I mentioned, the two of us can come whenever you want.”
“What about Everly?”
I wiped my mouth with a napkin, drinking the
