We met at a coffee shop near his office, because he chose it, because he always chose the place that was convenient for him. I arrived first and took a table near the window. I ordered a black coffee and I did not drink it. I watched the door.
He came in on time. He was wearing a blue sweater I had given him last Christmas. He smiled when he saw me. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and sat across from me.
"You look nice," he said. "What's up?"
I looked at him for a long moment. I wanted to remember what he looked like in case I forgot, though I knew I never would. His hair was damp from the cold, and there was a crease between his eyebrows, and he looked tired in the way that had once made me feel needed.
"I saw you," I said. "Two nights ago. Outside Renee's building."
He did not fl
