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they crossed. “Do my parents know who you are?”
Olivia shook her head. “I screened them on paper, but we didn’t meet. I wanted everything to be
anonymous,
and so did they. I cried after I delivered you, though, knowing I had to give you up.” She smiled sadly,
then touched Spencer’s arm. “I know I can’t make up for sixteen years in one visit, Spencer. But I’ve
thought about you all your life.” She rolled her eyes. “Sorry. That’s cheesy, right?”
Spencer’s eyes welled with tears. “No,” she said quickly. “Not at all.” How long had she been waiting for
someone to say these things to her?
At the corner of Sixth Avenue and 12th Street, Olivia abruptly stopped. “There’s my new apartment.”
She
pointed to the top floor of a luxury apartment building. Beneath it was a quaint market and a home
accessories
store. A limo pulled up to the entrance, and a woman in a mink stole got out and whisked through the
revolving doors.
“Can we go up?” Spencer squealed. The place seemed so glamorous, even from the outside.
Olivia checked the Rolex that dangled from her wrist. “I’m not sure we have enough time before our
reservations.
Next visit, though. I promise.”
Spencer shrugged off her disappointment, not wanting Olivia to think she was bratty. Olivia hurried
Spencer to a small, cozy restaurant a few blocks away. The room smelled of saffron, garlic, and mussels,
and
was packed with people. Spencer and Olivia sat down at a table, the candlelight flickering on their faces.
Olivia immediately ordered a bottle of wine, instructing the waiter to pour some in Spencer’s glass too.
“A
toast,” she said, raising her glass to Spencer’s. “To many more visits like this.”
Spencer beamed and looked around. A young guy who looked a lot like Noel Kahn—except probably less
puerile—was sitting at the bar. A girl in nut brown boots tucked into her jeans sat next to him, laughing.