Adrian

  Date night was the happiest I’d felt in a while. Well—ever since Astrid moved out and signed those damn divorce papers.

  She shook her head as she took a bite of her pizza—because she’d decided, last minute, that she wanted one. 

  I was all in for giving her what she wanted. Anything. I’d brought her to the new restaurant that just opened downtown.

   Someone had said they made the best dishes. So I thought, why not give it a ...