“I was in that orange dress to surprise my boyfriend. Three year anniversary. He was in the Belmont. I was going to phone him up, sexy surprise. The whole nine yards.”
My body tenses up with every sentence.
“Except I saw him cheating on me. He was meeting another woman in the Belmont’s bar. I spun into you because I was so angry. I should have cried my eyes out that night. But you made me feel different. Like I wasn’t the i***t girl who gets cheated on. I got to pretend I was someone else. For one night. It’s stupd but I told myself it was only as bad as what he was doing to me.”
We walk on. Her head hangs lower, those honey locks glossy under the moonlight. I should be appalled but I’m mainly confused at the idea someone could let a girl like Cora slip away.
“Any man who could cheat o
