ELLA

My jaw is getting too used to the ground, because it has dropped—yet again, watching him majestically climb off that bike and jerk the machine to the side of the road casually.

“You…” Words. Words. Words. Wherever are they when you need them?

Wait.

Does it look like I have been crying? I nudge in the direction of the rearview mirror. I could pass for a tomato. Great. Fucking great.

I open the car door, setting foot on the road, but not getting out completely. Composure. I ...