The old longing to dine at The Silverthread Eatery with the man she loved, watching the fireworks hand in hand-had faded into nothing. Now, to Jessica, The Silverthread Eatery was just another upscale restaurant, nothing more. She would face reality head-on and erase Timothy from her life completely.

She went straight from the train station to The Silverthread Eatery. As she reached the entrance, her phone buzzed with a message from Herbert.

*Little Mute, I'm waiting for you on the rooftop.*

Jessica took the elevator upstairs. As soon as she stepped into the lounge, she spotted Herbert waving her over.

She crossed the room and slid into the seat across from him.

"Little Mute, what do you feel like eating? I have no idea if your tastes have changed since we were kids. Why don't you order?"

Herbert handed her the menu.

to him, gracefully signing, *I'm treating you

back, "Does it really matter who orders? You know I'll

father and a reputation for getting into fights. Maybe the rough edges from his past still lingered, but he'd grown into a refined gentleman, carrying himself with

years married to Timothy had taught her all the etiquette expected of a society wife—how to order at places like this, how to carry herself with grace. Not that it ever mattered; Timothy never once took her

purse, guilt flickering across her face. Carefully, she signed, *I'm sorry. I accidentally broke the hidden speaker

the

worry.

shook her head and signed again, *Herbert, be honest with me. I know

tightened around the necklace. He looked at her, his voice dropping. "You're afraid Timothy will

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