to hesitate, to avoid my eyes, or to offer some small sign that he knew what I knew.
Nothing happened.
He sat across from me and began talking about a colleague who had supposedly made a mistake in an important report. He described the situation in detail, adding names, conversations, and complaints.
I listened without interrupting.
The more he spoke, the more I realized that I wasn’t looking for proof of an affair anymore.
I was trying to understand how much of our daily life had become a performance.
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