My apartment was too still after everything that had happened today. My dark blue business attire, with which I'd presented myself for the press conference, lay abandoned on the floor like a costume I'd removed after a performance. Finding it reminded me of the whole show I'd just performed.
Alex's statement in the car kept running in my head repeatedly: *It's not all it is.* Why did he say that? What was the "more" that hid behind our hyped-up relationship?
I poured a glass of wine full with the crimson fluid and watched as it whirled about. It was much like the way I had been inside – all confused and spinning.
The kiss, the confession, the press conference, that ghastly Site 14B email – all were jumbled together in my head. I desired him, I did not trust him, and I found myself play
