Because when she was with Evren, the school building, the playground, the tree-lined path, every corner had been a stage for their public affection.
Though I felt jealous, I never forced her. I held firm to the belief that Evren was her past. She was now my wife, and I was the one meant to stay by her side for life.
But that belief had started to crumble. Time and again, she left me for Evren.
And I was growing more and more exhausted.
Loving her was tiring.
Evren called.
“Morgana got drunk last night. I didn’t feel safe letting her go home, so she stayed at my place.”
“But don’t worry, nothing happened between us.”
Listening to the smug, provocative tone in his voice, I replied calmly, “Oh. Anything else?”
He hadn’t expected that kind of response. After a pause, he said, “Nash, you’re very self-aware. You know, making a fuss is useless.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
I hung up, turned around, and walked straight into a nearby law firm.
I saw Morgana again on the second day of the New Year.
I was sorting through my mother’s belongings when she suddenly pushed the door open and stepped in.