Before leaving, I’d arranged to have the things I didn’t want shipped to Adrian: a hoodie, a stack of books, a chipped ceramic mug, and the notes he’d written me over the years.The boxes arrived at the restaurant while Adrian was still there. A few minutes later, Sienna sent me a video of them opening the boxes.Beneath the books was an itemized record of our shared expenses. Over three years, the portions of our rent, meals, and travel that he’d covered for me came to fourteen thousand, eight hundred and twenty dollars. I’d just transferred the full amount to his account.Sienna held up the list. “She certainly knows how to keep score. Laying it all out like this is her way of reminding you she gave you three years. Next she’ll want compensation for her lost youth.”“The money came through,” Adrian said.He showed her the transfer notification. I had labeled it “shared expenses,” with no demand attached. “Exactly. She wants you to see it and feel sorry for her.” Sienna picked up the
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