“No,” he said. “I’m not. It’s a boring job. But it suits me. For now.” “Does it? What about what you wanted? To live in New York? To travel? The way your face lit up when you talked about Paris. I don’t believe for one moment that you’re happy to be in Boston. It’s the story you’ve created, out of the bits and pieces. To make you feel as though you’ve made the right decisions. To make you feel as though you’re heading in the right direction.”
