“So, you mean to tell me that they’re allowing you to continue to teach at the college?” Ein looked out over the water through squinted eyes.
“Not for long,” Wren looked down at his lap. “The spring semester is coming up and, while I had classes scheduled, I was given the choice to either resign…or be fired and have it put down on every official paper that will ever follow my name.”
“So, change your name,” Ein shrugged.
Wren laughed. “I’ve missed you,” he nudged her with his shoulder.
“Likewise,” she said with a sigh. “So your wife…?”
“Ah, right,” Wren sat back on his hands and thought for a moment. “I told her just before the school found out. Not because I felt guilty—I mean, I did, don’t think me a jerk—but because she deserved to know. We both agreed that a divorce was what was best for the both of us. I think in reality, the marriage was just not meant to be. You know?”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ein said. She chewed on her cheek, looking for something else to say. Why was it so awkward to be talking to him now? Maybe it was the lies and secrets that made their relationship so interesting. Was that a bad thing?”
“And what about you? What have you been up to?”