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But then his face falls

"What is it?" I follow the path of his eyes to the pan on the stove where I’ve tossed the praith the pasta and vegetables

He winces "It looks unbelievable It’s just" He swipes a palic to shellfish"

I groan, covering my face "Holy crap, I’m sorry"

"Don’t be sorry," he says, clearly distressed "Hoould you have known?"

The question hangs between us and we both look anywhere but at each other The as we know about each other sees we don’t I don’t even kno to go back to the introduction phase

He takes a step closer, telling ood"

"I wanted to thank you" It takes a beat before I can get the rest out, and he looks away for the first tielse"

"We’ll go together," he says, walking closer He puts his hands on my hips but his arms are stiff and it feels forced

"Okay" I have no idea what to do withwhat I think a normal woman would do in this situation--put them around his neck, pull hifor his eyes to flare withridiculous and Ansel-like, but he seeood day?"

I start to answer but then he pulls one hand away, digging into his buzzing pocket and pulling out his phone, frowning at it "Merde"

That word I know He’s been hooing to say

He looks back up at o back into work"

ANSEL IS GONE when I wake up, and the only evidence I have that he came back at so me he was only ho to wakeinside me splinter I went to bed in one of his clean T-shirts and nothing else New husbands don’t sleep on the couch New husbands don’t worry about waking up their new, jobless, tourist wife in the ht

I don’t even reain before he left, but a very large part ofto think the answer to that question will tell ht for my return trip home

It’s easy to distract myself and fill my second day alone in Paris: I wander around the exhibits and gardens at the Musée Rodin, and then brave the interminable lines at the Eiffel Towerbut the wait is worth it The view fro at street level, and hundreds of stories up

Back in the apart on her couch at hoot, and replying to rets bringing me back with him