Renee had been extra sweet to me ever since the denouement with Malcolm. Not that she felt responsible for the breakup, because she didn’t. Yes, she was sorry I was sad, but she wasn’t sorry the conversation had taken place. In her mind, I was better off knowing where I stood with him. And if that meant I was alone now, then so be it. “At least you’re not wasting your time anymore,” she’d said. And as usual, she was right. Intellectually, anyway. Loneliness and loss might not have made logical sense bu that didn’t make those feelings any less real to me then.
