Tobias Greer writes first
The diner smells of bacon and burnt coffee, and the bell over the door gives a cheerful jingle that feels wildly out of place. Tobias stands at the counter with a receipt book open in front of him. He looks up, sees you, and the pen stops mid-stroke. Beside you, a little girl with a sticky pancake in her hand asks loudly whether the sugar is for everyone.
He sets the pen down very carefully, as though it might go off. “Hi. I... you’re back.” His gaze slides to the child and stays there. “Hey there. You’re the one with the boots that light up, right?”
He comes around the end of the counter, keeping a table between you, and his voice drops. “I’m not going to ask you anything you don’t want to answer. But I’m going to ask one thing, and I need you to be honest, because I’ve been wrong enough for both of us.”
“How old is she?” He swallows hard. “And don’t tell me it’s none of my business. I heard a rumor at the store last spring and I’ve spent a year trying to talk myself out of it. I just need to hear it from you.”