years of marriage and you didn’t know how to start?”
“I was ashamed,” Nolan looked down at the table. “I was ashamed that I almost left you. I was ashamed that a stranger saw the part of me you were supposed to see. And the longer I kept it, the worse telling you became.”
“You don’t get to decide what would break me. You don’t get to carry that for both of us and call it kindness.”
“I know.”
“You don’t know, Nolan. You have no idea what it was
