Why Can’t I Just Leave?
We stood in a crowded bar, but that didn’t stop Amir from waving to the bartender impatiently for a fresh rum and Coke. I watched him flirt with the young woman on the other side of him, a woman he’d met at the hotel pool earlier. He had invited her to meet us after dinner, as if we hadn’t spent the past eighteen months in a passionate relationship together with him whispering to me daily I was the love of his life. Unsure of what to do, I looked around the spacious lobby of the resort, which was tucked garishly...
