The Slap That Ended Everything

He wasn’t even hiding it carefully anymore. He was testing the room. Seeing who’d pretend not to notice.

I sat.

That was all.

No scene. No greeting. I adjusted my napkin and set my clutch beside the bread plate.

Olivia turned, saw me, and for half a second she looked blank, like a server interrupted mid-task by an off-script request.

Then she recovered.continue reading …