Leo shook his head and gave a dry laugh. “I don’t know why I trusted my dad the first time when he said he would end it, but I did. I really thought they would just do the right thing. But of course they couldn’t stay away from each other. Later, my dad told me they figured it would be safe to go out for dinner that night because you had told Bea we’d planned to picnic at the Old Fortress. Bea got a last-minute babysitter for Lily, and they decided on Taverna Salto because they knew the owner or something. They took a cab over and beat us there. They were just as shocked to see us. Anyway, I was just so relieved you didn’t see them. But that’s why I broke up with you the next morning, Jonesey. I realized, if we kept dating, there would be no getting around you finding out, and I just…I needed to protect you from that.”

Joey’s head was spinning. “I’m still so confused. When did our parents even meet?”

“My father backpacked the Greek islands one summer with his friends. The summer of nineteen eighty-three. He was twenty-two. I asked your mother if she’d spent time in Corfu before. She came with your grandfather one summer, did you know that?”

“Yes,” whispered Joey.

“Do you know what summer it was, J?”

“Nineteen eighty-three,” she said, but it didn’t feel like it was coming from her. It felt like the person with the ability to speak was a separate entity than the person who was processing this affair and reframing her entire childhood on Corfu. Nineteen eighty-three. That was two years before her parents got married. Her mom would have been twenty-one.

“Oh God. This is so insane. So you came here to tell me this, Leo? I don’t get it. Why now, after all this time?” Leo opened his mouth to speak, but Joey jabbed him in his shoulder with force that surprised her. “And don’t you dare tell me that you’re in love with me again.”

Leo sighed. He reached forward to retrieve his tennis ball from where it had rolled across the sand. Joey watched his biceps flex, her eyes inadvertently tracing his muscles, bigger than before. Heat that wasn’t from the sun torched her neck, spreading up to her cheeks.

“There’s another reason I came now, Jonesey. I suppose I could have waited until after your wedding for this part. Maybe it was selfish of me to come before.”

She gave him a pointed look.

“Okay. It was. I’m sorry.” He did sound sorry. “But I didn’t just come for you.”

“What else did you possibly come for?”

Leo’s face twisted. He looked so sad.

“What else could you possibly have come for, Leo?”