Along with the crème brulees, I sent him a letter. I told him about the restaurant, and Michael. How good it felt when I didn't have to do it anymore. Now I only cook for the people I love.
The next week, another letter arrived: Does that mean you love me?
He would hate it if he knew how I loved his way of snoring, of speaking, of staring into space. How invasive. I'm afraid I'll scare you if I say 'yes'.
I'm not a man to be deterred by a little thing like love.
That was it. He was getting a whole cake.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
