so many different versions of reality that they could no longer exist in the same room.
I looked at him.
“You didn’t leave me that night.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“You left months before the party. That night was simply the first time you were honest about it.”
Carl looked down.
Then he picked up his boxes.
And left.
The following Monday, I walked into my new office.
There was a cheap plastic plaque sitting on my desk.
Megan had bought it as a joke.