The Wheelbarrow

Landon did love me, but he also lied to me and hurt me. We both made mistakes. I grew tired of pointing fingers and assigning blame. It was easier to just bury everything—the good, the bad, and the heartbreaking. I drove back to my house near Thomson Park. The capuchin monkeys made for unruly but entertaining neighbours. I stopped by at the supermarket and loaded up on fruits and vegetables and meats, with an extra carton of Cavendish bananas for my simian friends. I stuck to a healthy diet ever since I got out of prison. I wanted Kieran to see me at my best when we met again, because I believed we would. I spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen, making dinner for one. Paleo pumpkin, carrot and bacon fritters for entrée. Slow-cooked beef cheeks for main. A wild salmon veggie bowl. And choc salted caramel slices for dessert. The doorbell rang when I was putting away the dishes. A courier dropped off a big white cardboard box. I picked up an embossed invitation card on top of a magent