In truth, the relationship had been on the verge of ending anyway, and the job offer was an excuse. Dana did her best to disguise her relief when I told her the news. Eighteen months together and still we lived apart. I liked staying at hers, having the option of a separate place to go to. Relationship as vacation, addendum to real life. We hadn’t even spoken in the three weeks since I’d left Amsterdam.
Oh ok. This is why we’re only now hearing of it.
