Not because our spouses had loved each other.
Because we were the only two people who could understand how betrayal and love could survive in the same memory.
I placed the letter in my bag.
"I'm leaving."
David nodded.
"I'll walk you back."
"No."
"Eleanor, it's late."
"I said yes to everything this week."
His face tightened.
I continued.
"That does not mean you get to decide what I say yes to now."
He stepped back.
"You're right."
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I left him in the courtyard.
At the hotel, I packed until sunrise.
I cried while folding clothes I had bought for a week that no longer felt like mine.
Then I stopped.
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