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"  By the time Peter slid into the booth across from me, I had already downed a double espresso. I felt like if I started talking, I might never stop. &amp;quot;Well, hello,&amp;quot; Peter said as he shrugged off his jacket.  &amp;quot;Thanks for meeting me.&amp;quot;  The waitress appeared and Peter ordered a coffee. &amp;quot;Unless, are we eating?&amp;quot; he looked at me.  I shook my head. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not hungry for once in my life.&amp;quot;  The waitress collected the menus off the table and went to make Peter&amp;#039;s coffee.  &amp;quot;I thought running was supposed to make you hungry,&amp;quot; Peter smiled.  &amp;quot;It does. But I&amp;#039;m too nervous to eat.&amp;quot;  Peter&amp;#039;s smile disappeared. &amp;quot;Okay. Why are you nervous?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because I have something to tell you and you&amp;#039;re not going to like it.&amp;quot;  Peter sighed. &amp;quot;Is this about the other night? When you ran into Elizabeth?&amp;quot;  I nodded. &amp;quot;I can only imagine what she told you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;She said you were upset, and not making much sense.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, I see,&amp;quot; I said sarcastically. &amp;quot;Her new plan is to make me out to be crazy, so anything I say has to be taken with a grain of salt.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t think Elizabeth has a plan, Josie.&amp;quot; Peter&amp;#039;s tone was defensive.  You are such a moron for defending her, I wanted to say. Instead, I took a deep breath and reminded myself to stick to the facts. &amp;quot;Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Elizabeth has told a few people that you were the one who cheated on her in your marriage, and that I am the girl you cheated on her with.&amp;quot;  Peter just stared at me. His expression revealed nothing. &amp;quot;And who told you that?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;His name is Justin. He&amp;#039;s been involved with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society for a while and met Elizabeth through his involvement.&amp;quot;  The waitress arrived with Peter&amp;#039;s coffee. Peter looked down into his mug. &amp;quot;Josie, there&amp;#039;s something I never told you before.&amp;quot;  My stomach dropped. The tone of his voice told me that whatever it was, it wasn&amp;#039;t good. &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I did have an affair when I was married to Elizabeth.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot;  Peter finally made eye contact with me. He nodded his head and took a sip of his coffee. &amp;quot;It was a one time thing, and I felt so guilty I told her about it right away. She said she forgave me, but then\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Then she had her own affair with your friend.&amp;quot;  Peter nodded again.  I took a moment to take all of this new information in. It made more sense now: Peter was able to give Elizabeth a second chance because he was the guilty party too. And Elizabeth didn&amp;#039;t leave Peter because she didn&amp;#039;t love him anymore, she left him to have a revenge affair. It didn&amp;#039;t excuse their actions, but at least they didn&amp;#039;t seem so random now.  &amp;quot;You guys,&amp;quot; I laughed, bitterly, &amp;quot;are fifty shades of fucked up.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, I know it.&amp;quot; Peter took another sip of his coffee.  &amp;quot;Well, do me a favor,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;At least keep my name out of it. I don&amp;#039;t get what Elizabeth is playing at by involving me anyway.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Because she&amp;#039;s threatened by you.&amp;quot; Peter held my gaze.  &amp;quot;Why would Elizabeth be threatened by me?&amp;quot; I asked, incredulously.  &amp;quot;Why do you think?&amp;quot;  The question hung in the air, waiting to be answered. I didn&amp;#039;t know if I wanted it to be.  &amp;quot;What are you saying?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Josie,&amp;quot; Peter shook his head, like he couldn&amp;#039;t believe I didn&amp;#039;t get it. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re young, you&amp;#039;re beautiful, you don&amp;#039;t have a failed marriage in your belt or pressure to figure out your life right now because the clock is ticking. Elizabeth envies you for that.&amp;quot;  It was hard to believe that Elizabeth\u2014gorgeous, rich, scary, bitchy, intimidating Elizabeth\u2014thought like that. She seemed so cocky. That aside, I felt like there was something else that Peter wasn&amp;#039;t saying. I probably would have been better off not hearing it, but I couldn&amp;#039;t help myself. &amp;quot;So she wants to suck my blood, fine. But that&amp;#039;s different than being threatened.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You are ridiculous,&amp;quot; Peter laughed.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m serious though,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Everything you just described is envy. But why does she feel threatened?&amp;quot;  Peter sighed. &amp;quot;You know I care about you. I think\u2026she knows that too.&amp;quot;  I felt the same way I did when Big Apple Publishing liked my idea and asked me to write a book for them\u2014this was something I wanted, and I couldn&amp;#039;t believe the person who could make or break my dream wanted it too.  &amp;quot;Are you,&amp;quot; I swallowed. &amp;quot;Um, saying you want to try this again?&amp;quot;  Peter shook his head no. &amp;quot;And that&amp;#039;s because I care about you, &amp;quot; he added.  &amp;quot;More coffee?&amp;quot; The waitress was standing over us, pot in hand.  &amp;quot;No thanks,&amp;quot; Peter said. As she walked away, he pulled out his wallet and left a ten on the table. &amp;quot;I have to get back to work.&amp;quot; He stood, pulled his coat on, and kissed me on the cheek. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry about this, I&amp;#039;ll fix it.&amp;quot;  Then he was gone. I felt like I&amp;#039;d just taken a knee to the stomach\u2014Peter still has feelings for me. I still have feelings for Peter. I know this situation is messy, but if we both care about each other, shouldn&amp;#039;t we try and make another go of it despite that? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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