It was in Jordan, standing in a grove of olive trees, that I realized he had won. Because here I was, a green olive between my fingers, and all I could think about was how we had left it in DC, him staring at me over a bowl of mussels in white wine sauce, and me, mouth dry, trying to make sense of what he was saying. And what he was saying was that he needed a break. “I didn’t know we were together,” I had replied, after a beat. We’d never talked about it, of course, we never talked […]
