For My Wife

Lyra leaned slightly closer and lowered her voice.

“Because there are other people here.”

Kaelen glanced around the table.

Lyra continued quietly.

“And there’s only one slice.”

Understanding slowly dawned on him.

“It wouldn’t be polite to eat it in front of everyone without offering,” she whispered. “So I’ll just have mine later.”

Then her eyes landed on the iced coffee beside the paper bag