“I got thrown out of a café, met a very decent man, watched an engagement end, and somehow still got lunch.”
The wind moved through the grass.
I smiled.
“You would’ve hated the part where I nearly fainted.”
Benny nudged my ankle.
I looked down at him.
“I got thrown out of a café.”
“And you’d have loved this little troublemaker.”
For months, I’d come there and told Frank how much I missed him.
That morning, I told him something different.
“I stood up for myself yesterday. Not very gracefully. But I did it.”
Benny pressed closer.
I rested my hand on his back.
“I stood up for myself yesterday.”
“I think you’d be proud of me.”
The silence didn’t feel empty.
It felt familiar.
I looked at Frank’s name, then at the old dog beside me.
“Come on, Benny. Let’s go home.”
