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

dinner. For all of it.”

I looked at him, this man I’d once loved, once built a life with. I felt nothing—not anger, not satisfaction, not even pity. Just nothing.

“I appreciate that,” I said. “I hope you’re doing well.”

And I meant it. Not because I cared about his happiness specifically, but because I’d let go of caring at all. He was a chapter that continue reading …