Living On Borrowed Time

I seethed and silently cursed Cara for holding out on me. Why did she leave out such a big part of her life? I would have dropped everything and flown with her to Dochester if she needed me. In the end, all I could do was send her another angry text asking her to call me. And then I put ‘shop for 3yr old b-day gift’ on my to-do list. I wondered what kids these days liked. I pulled up outside Ode, a former shophouse converted into a kappo-style fine dining restaurant. A uniformed valet took care of parking. I shivered in the chilly wind the moment I stepped out of the car. I should have brought a shawl. An usher led the way through the winding hallways into a tatami room. I paused at the door. Kieran never told me there’d be someone else joining us for dinner. A man was sitting beside him, holding a kyusu teapot. He wore a pair of Lindberg black-rimmed glasses, a white shirt and black pants. He had a mild-mannered, academic mien. Which was why it took me a while to connect this man with