You told me that when you won a weekend here, the email said we could only come this weekend. Is that right?” I ask. She shrugs. “Yes. But why? What’s so special about this weekend?” “I don’t know. What’s the date?” Amelia checks her phone. “Saturday the … twenty-ninth of February. It’s a leap year, I hadn’t even noticed. Does that mean something?” “Yes,” I say. “It’s our wedding anniversary.” She looks confused. “We got married in September—” “Not ours. It’s the date I married Robin.”
