Chapter Ten
I cooked Todd dinner a few nights later, thinking maybe we were going to get back to the relationship we had before. Having not seen him in several days, I assumed that everything was okay. It was over my best lasagna that I found out otherwise.
“You don’t love me, Jess,” Todd announced, just after I’d managed to spoon a stringy mass of mozzarella, sauce and noodles in my mouth.
I looked up at him, seeing his calm expression, a little comical, a little sad, and a little child-like at the same time.
“I don’t?”
He shook his head. He looked relieved having said that.
“Why do you think that?” I asked.
“Because you’re in love with him.”
“With Kurt?” He didn’t have to answer. “You knew about the other day…”
“In my bed? Yes.”
This time I shook my head, I still didn’t know h
