Evelyn's POV
Richard picked me up at seven.
He wore a simple black suit and carried flowers. Not roses. Sunflowers. My new favorite.
"You remembered," I said.
"I asked Mirabel yesterday. She told me you bought some for the nursery last week."
We drove to a quiet restaurant on the edge of the city. No cameras. No reporters. Just us.
The waiter showed us to a private table near the window. The view overlooked the river.
"This place is beautiful," I said.
"I wanted somewhere quiet. Where we could talk without interruptions."
We ordered food and sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
"How are Ada and Ezra?" Richard asked.
"Growing fast. Ada smiled at me this morning. A real smile, not gas."
"I wish I had seen it."
"You can come by tomorrow. Early. Before you go t
