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
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