We went inside the AT Gardens and sat on the same bench from the last time, which was situated across from the water fountain. On our hands were a paper cup of ice creams and a small scoop. I don’t remember mumbling the word ‘strawberry’ for the flavor as we bought them at the parlor shop a few blocks from the Bree’s. I must have pointed at it. Even now, my lips were still trembling and I was sure as h*ll my voice would shake if I said a single word. I had to hide my face from everyone at the ice cream parlor because of how puffy and moistened my eyes were. I didn’t want them to get the wrong impression and blame August for it. The cap was quite helpful. But my constant sobs were difficult to control.
“I thought you liked the strawberry flavor?” he said to the silence.
His voice was th
