“Besides — Marcus and I were going to marry, years ago, before you ever came along.

He never stopped loving me.” I had gone in expecting some version of exactly this, so it did not wound me the way she wanted.

I looked at her over the little table and I understood something I would only be able to say properly later: that she and I had both been managed by the same man’s need, from opposite sides.

She thought she had won him.