THEODORE
Carmella found me before I had a chance to look around for Alice and figure out whether she was still around or not.
“Honey, where have you been? Are you alright I tried to call you—”
“I was distracted,” was all I could tell her. Her features softened and she reached for my hand, but by God, I wanted to pull away from her.
The last thing I needed was Alice seeing us holding hands like a couple in love when that was far from the truth.
“It’s just that you disappeared and I was worried.”
I knew she wanted an explanation, but I wasn’t up to telling her a lie, and anyway, I felt irrationally angry toward her, even though the decision to marry her had been mine.
It was like being forced to look in the eye of my biggest mistake and consort with it when I wanted nothing but to
