There was a silence.

“What do you mean?” “I mean you can have him,” I said.

“Though there’s one small problem, isn’t there.

He no longer has the position that made him worth having.” It was a sharper thing than I usually say, but it was true, and it turned out to be prophetic.

Within three weeks Camila had stopped answering his messages.

Within two months she had quit and moved to another city to look for work.

She had never wanted Gavin.