When they got off work, and before they met with the captain, Mikhail nervously said to Solomon, “Can we talk?” They went to the rear of the ship on a deck closed to passengers. “Solomon, I have to ask, why’d you do it?”
Solomon leaned over the railing, watching the wake of the ship. “I thought I found my soul mate, the person to spend the rest of my life with, until you came to tell you’d been unfaithful. My world fell apart, my parents rejected me long ago, and I was lost when the person I was closest to went astray. So I went out to get laid.” He sighed, his face ashen. “There hasn’t been anyone else special since you the past several years.”
“We both did wrong.” Mikhail dropped a hand on Solomon’s and used two fingers on Solomon’s chin to have him look up and make him stand straight.
