“Luke? Are you with me?” Rose asked, smiling up at him. “I said, ‘Where did you take her?’”
“Oh, over to Paul’s new restaurant, by St. Stephen’s Green. Then we went for a little walk.”
“That sounds so romantic.” Rose was looking at him through misty eyes now, and he was a bit concerned until she continued. “Your father and I used to stroll through the park when we were younger. Do you remember the day we all went there as a family?”
While it still stung a bit that there had only been one time he’d gone to St. Stephen’s Green with his family, he definitely remembered the day, which had been encapsulated for all time in that photograph on his dresser. “I remember.”
“That was a wonderful day. We had the best time.”
“Yes, we did.” Luke bit his tongue at the question that sprung to mind. “
