went to Ethan's of
e finger to the sky. I walked through the lobby, the security guard
top floor. His executive assistant,
stammered. "He's
said, walk
the glass wall of
ere th
her hair, their bodies pressed together in a way he had never, not once, touc
saw her laugh, throwing her head back. Then I
aid in my office. "The one he doesn'
in my own life. I could read their lips
ur through the thick glass, c
'joke' promise... celibate in
jo
is "trauma," my quiet acceptance of a pas
smiles from their wives. The way Mark could never quite meet my eyes. It a
n. My movements were calm, measured.
d picked up from my lawyer on M
levator, the doors to
voice full of the fake war
concern. "Honey, what are you doing here
d. His lips brushed my cheek. It fel
op something off," I
look pale," he said
lled
I said. "I
tton for the lobby, not looking back. I saw his confused face
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