I remember Michael taking a step toward me. His hands out.
“Jenna,” he said. “Jenna, please. Let me explain. It was stupid. It was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything—”
“Eight months,” I said.
“It was—”
“Two hundred and twelve pages,” I said.
“Jenna—”
“You told me you’d talk to her,” I said. “Last night. You held my hand and you looked me in the eye and you said I love you, sweetheart, I’ll talk to her. And then you went to sleep. And then you
woke up and you texted her. You’re insane.“
He stopped walking.
“You didn’t say no,” I said. “She told you she was going to kiss you in front of me today. In front
of my parents. In front of my children. And you didn’t say no. You said you’re insane. Like it was cute.”
Michael’s face crumpled.
“Jenna,” Rachel said. She was crying now. Mascara was running down her face. “Jenna, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I do things. I don’t. You know how I am. You know I don’t mean it—”
“I know exactly how you are,” I said. “I’ve known my whole life. You rode my bike into a ditch. You
