Despite his miserable upbringing—if that was even true—Joe had seemed so upright, so decent, so honest. The flaws in his character were all about emotional commitment. She would have been devastated—God knows—but she could have better understood it if he had taken her to one side tonight and dumped her. But this. A single tear trickled down her cheek.Of course, she’d half sensed something wasn’t right. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t wondered why he avoided talking about his job. Why hadn’t she pushed him on it, insisted on an explanation? How could she have been so naive? On top of the shock and hurt, she felt like such a fool.When she got home she took off her Carrie Bradshaw dress, left it on the floor with the rest of her clothes and fell into bed. She lay there replaying the tape of their relationship. There had been so much intimacy between them—not just sex, but emotional intimacy. She’d told him about her family, her childhood. She’d made herself vulnerable and she thought he had, too.
