His First Concern
“Claire,” he said.
My name sounded strange coming from him in that lobby. Too formal. Too late.
He walked toward me quickly and lowered his voice. “What are you doing?”
I answered calmly, “Returning your things.”
“This is not the place.”
I looked at Tessa, then back at him.
“I agree. Our marriage was not the place for her either, but you brought her there anyway.”
A soft gasp moved through the room.
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Can we talk outside?”
“No.”
He looked around, embarrassed.
Not sorry.
Embarrassed.
That was when I understood him more clearly than I ever had.
He was not upset because he had hurt me.
He was upset because people could see it.
“You are making yourself look bad,” he said under his breath.
I smiled faintly.
May you like
“No, Adrian. I am leaving with my dignity. You are the one who has to explain the luggage.”
Then I turned and walked out.
