CHAPTER THIRTY ARSÈNE

CHAPTER THIRTY

ARSèNE

The interesting thing about saying hello is that you have no idea how hard it’ll be to say goodbye to that same person.

When I first met Winnifred under the unforgiving Mediterranean sun, I thought of her as somewhat of a toy. Now, as I sit on a plane to take me from Nashville back to New York, I realize that she was the endgame.

She has been everything from that very first moment, right there, in that restaurant, when she challenged me. When she ridiculed me right back. When she refused to fit into the stereotype I’d attached to her.

There’s a good chance I will never see her again. I came here to say what I had to say, and now it is her decision to make.

All I’m left with is the hope that she’ll remember what brought us together.

Because it was never them—it was us.

And while it is true that I am a conceited, manipulative, highly serpentine man, I am also a person of many angles.

And angles, as we know, are everything in life.

This is why the sunset on Mars appears to be blue.