A birthday?
Whose birthday?
Leona Grant's expression darkened; he already had an idea. "Whose birthday?"
"Annabelle's."
Ashley Grant pressed her lips together and looked at Leona Grant. "Her birthday is next Tuesday. In the two years she's been married to you, you've never celebrated it with her for one reason or another, which is a real shame. So this time, I want to throw her a better party to make up for it, but I don't have any money..."
Leona Grant's expression grew even darker.
'Annabelle Linton's birthday is next Tuesday? How did I not know?'
'Or rather, it seemed he'd never known when her birthday was at all...'
'He hadn't celebrated with her, though he knew she'd had parties. He just wasn't interested... so he never went...'
He suddenly remembered his own birthday, six months ago. Annabelle Linton hadn't changed back then.
