You cannot bribe a person who wants nothing from you.

You cannot wound a person who has stopped needing your good opinion.

Eleanor stood there with her belated, self-interested tenderness, and I received it the way you’d receive a coupon for a store you no longer shop at — a small useless thing, offered too late, for a version of me that no longer existed.

I did not hate her.

Hatred would have been a kind of bondage too.

I simply, finally, did not need her, and in the face of a woman who has stopped needing you, a person like Eleanor has no move left at all.