Then, smiling again, Victor turns to me. “Well, Evelyn? What do you think?” “Actually,” I say, cheeky, “I would like to revisit this question of first-choice of deserts –“ Victor laughs, but also closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Please, Evie, the three of you are killing me –“ “Yes!” I cry,

That night, after dinner, Victor and I tuck the boys into bed. Alvin spent our entire dinner gushing about their day studying with Miss Georgia – about everything they learned, and how great the books were, and how every single thing Georgia did was wonderful. Ian, alternately, spent the meal sullen

Victor and Edgar sit in the driver and passenger seats of a basic black sedan with darkly tinted windows, watching the restaurant where Amelia has agreed to meet for lunch. “Seriously, Victor,” Edgar says quietly, staring out the window and not at his friend. “You don’t think Amelia is going to be

About forty-five minutes later, the van pulls up to a chain-link gate at the airport. As the drivers stop the van to have a brief discussion with the guards, Amelia raises her eyes to glare steadily at Victor. He meets her eyes evenly, without emotion, and doesn’t break her gaze. She doesn’t intimid

There’s the start of a guilt in him at this realization, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he merely looks at this beautiful woman and realizes that he hardly knows her at all any more. That she’s thoroughly part of his past, and he hopes she’ll stay here. Amelia reads this on her ex