“I’m trying,” I whisper again, because that’s all I have left to say.
“So am I,” he replies, voice calm but weighed down. “But nothing’s changed in five years. That’s why I brought up the open relationship. I thought maybe it would shake something loose. I thought maybe it would help.”
His voice stays low, but I see Greg glance over, his brow tight with concern. He heard that. I know he did. I keep my gaze down and push at my napkin, trying to act like nothing happened.
“I still love you,” Sam says. “That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m still trying. I didn’t want the open relationship for me. I wanted it for us. Because nothing else has worked.”
He says that, but I remember how he mocked me for even thinking about going out. He acted like it was a joke, like I wouldn’t go through with
