“There is always a betrayal," he says. "We all have to let something go-in order to be free."
I lean my head back against his shoulder and shut my eyes. To be free. Is that what I am? Free?
"Who have you betrayed?" I ask.
"I have betrayed so many people that for a long time I did not know myself."
"Tell me."
"I used to wash dishes in the kitchen, before you were born. I remember the brown ceramic sink, propped up on stilts. The tap leaked, a constant dripping of water. Over the years it had made a small dip in the ceramic, rough to touch. One day I came in and a small crack had spread itself across the sink. Eventually it would be two halves. That was how it was with me.”