The Game

A wave of nausea hit me that he really believed that’s why I’d stayed.

But I had thought that, hadn’t I.

Icon was before me and I was failing the art world. Failing me. All this soul-searching had gone awry because when I was with him everything felt right. Tobias gave the kindest expression of understanding, the kind threatening to render me useless if I didn’t brace against it.

He ran his thumb over the key fob. “Unless one of us is willing to relent, we have no future together.”