HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

word.

The board meeting ended at eleven forty.

Julian remained behind.

The room emptied until only the two of us were left.

Rain streaked the windows.

Below us, Manhattan moved with cruel normality.

“I loved you,” he said.

I stood at the far end of the table.

“Once.”

“No. I still do.”

“That is not love.”

“You think one affair erases eleven years?”

“No. Your choices continue reading …