TRISTAN

I didn’t think of my birthday at all.

If this had been when we were still together, maybe my fingers would have gone there without thought. But now? Now that we were divorced, now that everything between us was broken and messy and bleeding? I never imagined she would still use my birthday as her code.

Never.

She had loved another man. She had chosen another man. I was standing here trying to drag her heart back to me, piece by piece, trying to make her look at me again the way ...