me of trying to destroy her happiness.
She would have called me jealous.
And Jessica would have believed her.
Jessica didn’t argue.
That was the worst part.
She knew I was right.
Then she asked whether I had really been willing to let her marry him.
I didn’t know.
I had been asking myself the same question for three months.
She started crying again.
Quietly this time.
I apologized for the silence.
Only that part.
She didn’t forgive me.
The call ended.
That wasn’t reconciliation.
It was goodbye.
Two days
