LUCA'S POV
The words dropped between us on the pavement outside the restaurant, and Ralph looked at Anna first.
Then at me.
His jaw made one small adjustment — the only thing that moved — and then his face went quiet.
"You were married," he said.
"Yes." Anna's voice came down flat and didn't offer anything after it.
Ralph nodded. Didn't push.
She fixed the strap of her bag. Thanked him for lunch — even, nothing left over in it — and then her eyes came to me. One second. Maybe less.
"I'll see you at the conference."
She turned and walked into the crowd and was gone before either of us moved.
Ralph turned to face me. Taking my measure. In no hurry.
"You were the husband."
"Yes."
"The one who hurt her."
I didn't answer.
Down the block a vendor was arguing with somebody about wh
