She claimed Caleb and I had simply hidden our relationship more carefully.
The more evidence we produced, the more determined she seemed to become.
One evening, I found myself sitting on my porch, staring at the darkened windows of Caleb’s house.
He came outside carrying two mugs of tea.
He handed me one and sat beside me.
“You look like you’re planning to move to another country.”
“I’m considering it.”
“Can I come?”
I laughed softly.
Then the laughter faded.
“Caleb, I need to ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“Are you still with Delaney?”
He looked down at his mug.
“We haven’t been acting like a couple for a long time. But I haven’t officially ended things yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to do it properly. In person. Without another argument.”
I nodded.
“You need to settle that relationship before anything happens between us.”
“I know.”
He looked at me.
