chandeliers.
Donors mingled.
Executives exchanged business cards.
Politicians delivered speeches.
Then I saw him.
Daniel.
Older.
Grayer.
Slower.
But unmistakably Daniel.
For a moment, I wondered whether he would recognize me.
Then his eyes widened.
He did.
Immediately.
The room seemed to disappear around us.
He approached cautiously.
As though I might vanish if he moved too quickly.
“Elena.”
The sound of my name in his voice felt strange after thirty years.
“Daniel.”
He looked nervous.
Actually nervous.
I wasn’t sure I had ever seen that before.
“I heard you
