We did not talk about the night before until eleven o'clock in the morning, and then we talked about it badly.
"You stopped," I said.
He was in the chair with the manuscript closed on his knees. "Yes."
"I want to be clear that I'm not complaining about the reason." I was leaning on the island with my arms folded, which is what I do instead of standing still. "I'm saying that a man who has spent three weeks arranging every single thing in my life stopped in the middle of the one thing I had actually chosen."
Damian went very still.
"That hadn't occurred to me," he said.
"No."
"That is—" He stopped. Started again. "Elena, that's the worst thing anybody has said to me since April and you've said it in a kitchen at eleven in the morning."
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