“So that’s it, then. You’re pissed that she picked me over you.” Henry inhaled as deeply as the cold air allowed. A light blinked on in his brain, and the whole sloppy situation came instantly into focus. “You might want to ask yourself why that matters so much.”
Again, no response. Henry paced while he waited in an attempt to warm his limbs. Finally, when it became apparent that Doug either couldn’t or wouldn’t reply, he spoke again.
“Why did you and Mel break up in the first place? You were together for almost four years, for God’s sake.”
“We were young,” Doug replied so quietly that Henry almost didn’t catch what he said. “Neither of us wanted to settle down.”
“That’s it? No irreconcilable differences? No earth-shattering betrayals? Just the impatient curiosity of youth.” Henry shoo
