Clyde loved foreign cities. The Parisian waiter didn’t bat an eye when he saw the rings on his and Thomas’ fingers, and they could sit hand in hand outside a restaurant and share a kiss, surrounded by strangers and blissfully free, pretending they lived a different life. Clyde reveled in the joy that no one knew him. In the brisk breeze, surrounded by falling golden autumn leaves and beside his lover, he thought he saw a glimpse of heaven. Then, his wife returned to the table, smiling unknowingly, and he realized he knew as little about himself as anyone else.