Chapter 30

“Thanks,” I say.

Russ shifts in his winter boots. “Look, Chris. I’m sorry about everything. About us.”

“I don’t—”

He holds a hand out to me. “I don’t blame you for anything. It was my fault. I was selfish. I chose my career over our relationship. That had nothing to do with you. I don’t blame you for leaving.”

I look around. People pass us in the narrow aisle, a little girl and her father. She looks up at me, smiling. The girl’s blonde curls are Shirley Temple adorable. I smile back at her.

I whisper to Russ, “It wasn’t my decision to end our relationship.” I pause to question whether or not this is the right place and time for this. But something swells inside me and I say: “You were so wrapped up in your work that you became distant and uncommunicative. It left me isolated. Really lonely.”