vikena

“He hadn’t forgotten about her. But he had given up.

And, now sitting across the table from Rowena, he felt a quick flash of certainty, a desperate flailing knowledge that he’d done the wrong thing. He could have tried harder. He should have shown up at her house every night, called her every day, e-mailed her every hour. He shouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

He shouldn’t have walked away.

And now it was too late.”