No demand for forgiveness.
"Clara said I should let you go."
"She's sensible."
"Painfully."
I placed the book in my bag.
"My flight boards in an hour."
"I know."
He looked at me.
"I am sorry I met you through a lie."
"So am I."
"But I am not sorry I met you."
I hated how much I understood that.
"I can't trust what happened this week," I said.
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"I know."
"And I cannot become a consolation prize for what our spouses did."
"You aren't."
"You don't get to decide that."
He nodded.
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