When I arrived at Arthur's favorite restaurant, I entered from the cold rain. It was a relief to be inside where it was warm and dry. I shook then folded my umbrella and asked the host where Arthur was.

"He's over there, Miss Ophelia."

"Thanks."

He was at the same table we had sat at after the hospital and Leo fiasco. A few tables down, I noticed someone else nearby. My heart sank. It was Catherine.

"Arthur, don't sit ...