“What makes you so sure I still love her?”
“A gut feeling. You two have incredible chemistry.”
“Speak English!”
“The way you look at her is completely different from how you look at anyone else. And it’s the same for her.”
Penelope stared at the pond, scrutinizing its surface, trying to spot any fish, but there probably weren't any.
There was really nothing for her and Sherry to talk about. Small talk felt pointless, and deep conversation was just awkward.
“Ms. Laurier, do you see me as the person who came between you and Theodore?”
Sherry’s sudden question made Penelope quickly shake her head.
“Of course not. We’re already divorced.”
“I don’t know why, but I can’t shake that feeling,” Sherry said with a bitter smile.
“I… I have no contact with Theodore, and I’ll do my best to avoid him. Today was an accident, I can promise you that…”
“Ms. Laurier, I think you’ve misunderstood me,” Sherry said, shaking her head. “I’m just… conflicted about something.”
“What is it?”
“There’s an opportunity at my company for an overseas assignment, and my boss wants me to take it, but it’s for three years. Theodore and I barely have a foundation for our relationship. If I go, we’ll be finished. But if I stay, can our relationship really withstand the weight of what I’d be ‘sacrificing’?”
Penelope pressed her lips together. She couldn’t offer a single word of advice on this.
“Of course, I’m not asking you what I should do, Ms. Laurier. I’m just feeling troubled.”
“If my appearance has caused you this much distress, I am truly sorry.”
“It is your appearance that has made me realize Theodore and I are completely wrong for each other.”

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