Vanessa
"I never said she was."
"But you thought so."
"I thought…" I gently correct myself, "that she's an interesting woman."
I pause, letting the silence work in my favor.
"Especially because of the decisions she makes."
"What do you mean?"
I rest my elbow on the table, holding my glass delicately.
"I mean that not just anyone comes back… after leaving."
There, right there. I see it. That slight change in his expression isn't obvious. But it's there.
"People change," he replies.
He's searching for something in his answers.
"Or they repeat patterns," I add calmly.
Silence again… But now… it's more tense, more heavy. Alexander leans back slightly in his chair, crossing his arms.
"It seems you have a pretty strong opinion about their relationship."
"I have a mem
