"Is that what you want?"
I looked at Augustus, my chest hollow.
I didn't want to lose him. But I couldn't imagine continuing without the same arguments, disappointments, and impossible expectations.
"I don't know," I admitted. "What do you think?"
"Juliette—"
"You're the logical one. You always know what to do when something goes wrong. Do you think we should keep trying?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
Augustus Evans could make decisions involving millions without blinking. Apparently, deciding what to do with us was harder.
I waited for him to say he'd fight for our relationship. That he still wanted me, even if neither of us knew how to make this work.
He said nothing.
I stepped back.
"I suppose that tells me enough."
"Juliette, that's not—"
"It's all right."
It wasn't. I simply couldn't stand there waiting anymore.
I retrieved my handbag and walked through the restaurant. Augustus followed me outside.
"Let me drive you home."
"No. I need some space."
