I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

a little, because sometimes honesty doesn’t know which direction to move first.

“I’m embarrassed,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because part of me still feels bad for speaking.”

I turned toward her.

“Ava, you told the truth.”

“I know.”

“But?”

She looked back through the restaurant window. Martin was speaking to Lila now. The woman from the bar was still seated, watching continue reading …