Epilogue
Twenty-seven weeks later
Summer 2016
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
Erika hadn’t said a word since “Hello.” A slim ray of hope had existed, at least at the beginning, that a romantic dinner date with Jimbo Wormel might be the start of her happily ever after. That likelihood was quickly dashed, along with the restaurant’s ambiance, by the clank of dishes being dropped into a plastic bucket and the busboy’s off-key singing.
“You know, you look vaguely familiar,” Jimbo said. “Perhaps a resemblance to one of my ex-wives.” There was a glint in his mud-brown eyes, maybe from the flickering candle, but possibly as if he was kidding. “Have you ever been married?”
Apparently Jimbo didn’t follow figure skating. Erika Tsuchino had been semi-famous—for at le
