The Ruse

I got back to New York early Friday evening. I had no intention of seeing Jared, but he just showed up at my door, having gotten my flight info from Mindy. I wanted him to go away, but it felt like I would either scream or burst into tears if I tried to address this in person, which meant it was better left to email or text— somewhere I could remain in control.

He kissed me, and if he noticed how