He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

workplace, where my colleagues could see them, a deliberate public gesture. Roses, lilies, orchids. The cards were increasingly desperate. “I love you. I’m sorry. We can fix this.” “Remember Paris? Remember how happy we were?”

We’d never been to Paris. He was confusing me with someone else, or simply making up memories that sounded romantic.

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