“Anyway, I’m so happy today. I got to remember my childhood with Lewis. We even talked about the promise we made at that playground.”
I did not want to see her smug face again, but for some reason, I could not bring myself to walk away.
Curiosity tugged at me, compelling me to hear the rest of her story.
Katrina did not hesitate, her voice filled with pride as she recounted the tale.
She spoke of a time when her parents were divorcing, and her mother decided to move back to Canada, taking her along.
Katrina had been devastated, especially at the thought of leaving her friends and the life she had known in New York.
As a 10-year-old, she ran away from home, crying in the playground where she and Lewis often played.
That was where Lewis found her, wiping her tears and asking her what was wrong.
“And then,” Katrina said with a gleam in her eyes, “he promised me that when I turned 25, he would come for me, bring me back to New York, and marry me.”
Her voice softened as she added, “So, when Lewis came to pick me up at the airport, I knew he had kept his promise.”
Her words hit like a punch to the gut.