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He wanders into the cafe. My heart is pounding, I feel sick. Part of me wants to chicken out. But its too late, he’s on his way over, sauntering with bravado.

Sitting down he spills his coffee, like he always does. Yet I have no words of sympathy. I check my phone again, the text is still there, five simple words that changed everything:

[Steve cheated on you.

Pete]

I can see he’s confused, wondering why I look so drained. Crying all night does that too a girl.

I take a sip of coffee, waiting for the words to come.