Love's Second Life: Rebuilding From Scratch

After my miscarriage, Arthur Hastings didn't even ask how I was doing. Instead, he took his junior colleague, Aria Clementine, out for a spicy barbeque.

You only lost a child, he said. "Aria, on the other hand, lost the joy of eating spicy food!"

The two of them were having a grand time, chatting and laughing.

Then Aria made a high-profile declaration of love to him on Instagram: [My nervousness is yours, my love letters are yours, my sleepless nights are yours, the April mornings are yours.]

I replied in the comments: [The man I don't want is yours, too.]