assumed he controlled how much truth reached me.
Now he understood I might know things he had never planned to explain.
For the next several days, he acted as though the real problem was my refusal to return to normal.
He asked whether I still wanted takeout.
Whether we were attending his office Christmas party.
How long I planned to “punish” him by sleeping in the guest room.
Finally, I told him:
“I haven’t punished you.”
When he complained that nothing felt normal anymore, I answered:
“That’s because it isn’t.”
