“You should be.”
Then Max appeared.
Her confidence had returned, but it now seemed more fragile.
I stared at him.
“You’re marrying Claire. You got what you wanted. Why do you still need me to be unwanted?”
He did not reply.
Claire had followed him down the corridor.
Max glanced at him.
“She’s distorting the facts.”
Claire looked at me, then looked at him.
“You told me she had stopped
trying.”
“She did it.”
Claire’s expression changed.
“That’s not what I just heard.”
For the first time since Max had packed his bags, I wasn’t waiting for him to explain what his opinion meant about me.
Back inside, Edward began to put the old trousers back in the box.
“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.
