I changed at home. Black pants. A plain blouse. A jacket that hid the old cuffs. Hair tied back. Small earrings. No perfume. I wanted to look steady. Not rich. Not scared. Definitely not scared. But I was. And I hadn’t even given Daniel a response, so why was I so anxious? That chatty man had a way of getting under my skin…
Dylan watched from the sofa.
“Big night?” he asked.
“It’s just a coffee,” I said. “Nothing big.”
“Nice going mom! Good to see you putting yourself out there.”
“Thanks. Don’t wait up.”
“And watch out for those boys! You know they only think about one thing…”
I stuck out my tongue to Dylan.
I took the bus. I would not show up in Daniel’s car. I would not explain it. The night air felt cold on my face as I walked the last block. I picked a café near the station. Br
