DONE?”
He swallowed slowly.
Then he looked across the room at Grandma.
“Grandma,” he said, his voice breaking, “this is the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”
Grandma covered her mouth.
Daniel walked directly to her table.
He knelt beside her chair, still wearing his wedding suit.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know.”
Grandma began crying.
“Oh, Daniel, sweetheart, please don’t argue because of me.”
He took her hands.
“You spent three days making something beautiful for us. And you were treated like you meant nothing.”
Ashley marched toward
