the least I can do.”
Erin shakes her head and opens the door. None
of the three of us says anything until we’re
standing in front of the car. Erin hands the keys to
the apartment to Nate.
“If you should come across anything that’s
mine, please let me know.”
“Erin, please—”
She blocks him by holding up her open hand in
front of his mouth.
Nate lowers his head and looks at his feet. Erin
looks around, clearly uncomfortable and I
understand that I have to leave them alone for a
minute so they can say goodbye.
I get in the car, turn on the engine and look in
the wing mirror. Nate opens his arms, but Erin
shakes her head and gets in the car, holding her
hands over her eyes.
Fuck.
“Go, Patrick,” she tells me through her
hiccupping. I do as she tells me without asking
questions and without adding anything.
I park a few meters from the bar along the
street. Erin hasn’t opened her mouth and I’ve
followed her lead. I turn off the engine and rest my
head on the steering wheel next to my hands.
“And so … another woman?” I venture.
“Please, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Erin.” I slowly lift up my head and look at her.
She’s scared and looks as if she’s about to have
