When she saw me, she smiled sadly.
“You look good.”
“So do you.”
She stirred her coffee.
“I suppose you know things didn’t work out with Kai.”
“I heard.”
She looked up sharply.
“You’re not curious?”
“About what?”
“Why we broke up.”
I leaned back.
“Not particularly.”
She looked disappointed.
“We were so sure we were meant to be together.”
“And then?”
She gave a bitter laugh.
“Then we discovered that being sneaky together isn’t the same as building a life together.”
I almost smiled.
“That sounds like an important discovery.”
She looked at me for a long time.
“Kevin, I made a terrible mistake.”
“You made several.”
She nodded.
“You’re right.”
For a moment, I felt sorry for her.
Then she said, “I miss the way you used to look at me.”
I stared at her.
That sentence hurt more than I expected.
Because I understood what she meant.
