If I’m honest, I missed Josephine terribly. I turned when I heard husky voices in class, expecting to see her.
Only one woman attended any of my classes, and she sat well in the back, never speaking up. I said hello to her once. She shied away as though I were coming onto her and I felt oddly ashamed for eliciting that reaction.
After the news of our affair broke, Josephine did try to talk to me once. She found me coming out of the Sorbonne one of my first days back. She feigned nonchalance but the delicate lines around her dark eyes told the truth of her sadness. I would be devastated too if I lost the company of Julien and Henri.
A twist of reluctance turned in my stomach. Because I was more entrenched with them, they forgave me, but only one of us could survive this betrayal—not both
