Daniel nodded.
“Certainly, Miss Doyle.”
Before leaving, he added something that
nearly brought me to tears.
“For what it’s worth, everyone on our staff knows who arranged this celebration. You did a beautiful job.”
My throat tightened.
“Thank you.”
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I put on my coat and walked outside into the cold October evening.
I wasn’t in the dining room when everything happened afterward.
But I eventually learned the details from several people.
Including Hannah.
She began texting me while I sat in my car in the parking lot.
*Aunt Liv, where did you go?*
Then another message.
*The manager just came in.*
*He’s carrying a folder.*
*He’s talking to Grandma.*
I stared at the screen.
Inside, Daniel had approached the head table carrying a black leather folder.
He waited until the musicians finished their song.
Then he placed the folder before Mom.
She looked up, still smiling.
