Chapter 24“When did you meet?” Milton asked her. He was back from his time across the lake, at his summer cottage in Michigan. “I always love the origin stories, whether they were magic, inconsequential, or somewhere in between. But I’m a sucker for love at first sight. I believe in it.”
His gaze, for a moment, went far away. Cara wondered who he was seeing at that moment and where the person he was seeing in his mind’s eye was now. But these were questions for later, or another time.
She was sharing a plate of spaghetti carbonara, a Caesar’s salad, and a bottle of a Sicilian white with him. Milton had high praise for Mangia Bene, a little Italian place near his home he’d been coming to for years. He’d invited Cara to dine with him this particular night because it was his birthday. “And,
