He went straight to the closet. He had to move fast; he had to get this over with quickly for the both of them. And he did not think he could bear to look at her. He was not sure he’d keep his nerve. “I’m sorry, Nina,” he said. “But I’m leaving.” “What are you talking about?” she said, the bubbliness still in her voice. He did not remember what she said after that. He had simply run away.
