Chapter 4

I didn’t go to the hospital. Instead, I took a cab home.

The apartment Alex and I rented was a small one–bedroom. By the entrance stood a bookshelf with

several textbooks.

They were remnants from when I’d pushed him to complete his bachelor’s degree through online cour at a state university.

My mother was right – his education was limited. When we met, he said he only had a community college degree.

We were both young then. I just thought he was smart, with his whole life ahead of him. He shouldn’t

stay stuck at that level.

Even entry–level positions required bachelor’s degrees these days, with higher starting salaries.

I would work during the day, then stay up late helping him study.

While brushing our teeth side by side in the morning, I’d play French lessons on my phone, helping him review yesterday’s vocabulary. He said learning French would help his career prospects.

For months of practice GRE tests, I reviewed every question he worked through.

With time against us, we managed to complete his online degree in just eighteen months.

To celebrate, we scoured every platform for restaurant coupons just to afford a nice steakhouse dinner.

But now, reading Victoria Bennett’s messages, it all seemed absurd.

name isn’t even Alex. I

Graduated from Stanford, then Oxford. He’s incredibly young for his achievements.”

against my forehead, leaning on

see Alex, disheveled from frantically searching

from him. He

breath.

watched silently as he approached, took my face in

softened.

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played with my fingers and smiled. “Let me

too brave, too quiet in that moment, for him to understand the pain I was

been this composed, never

his impoverished youth that had forged this unflappable character, this ability to remain unmoved even as mountains

composure might instead come

mom’s

the smile not quite faded from

usual loving gaze, “I told her I’d only

meant to cry, but my tears wouldn’t obey.

bought a small house, that we’d move in after marriage. Then we’d have a child – your parents would love them. Boy or girl, doesn’t matter. A girl with your big eyes, or a boy

contract from my bag, head down. “Look, I put your

you ever repay these five passionate, foolish years of my

where every step down

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