"We're about to split up," I said softly, passing him a napkin. "You don't need to try to like what I like anymore."

"Sophia, can you not talk like that?" he said, taking the napkin.

His eyes were kind of red.

"Like what?"

"Divorce. Splitting up. I don't want to hear those words," Richard said, looking at me intensely, full of emotions I couldn't figure out.

He seemed so into Susan.

But whenever we were alone, he ...