had apologized for asking questions that any reasonable spouse might ask.
And I cried for the years I had spent believing that if I loved Daniel well enough, he would eventually choose to treat me with the same care I offered him.
But beneath the grief, there was something else.
A strange, steady sense of clarity.
I no longer needed to guess.
I no longer needed to examine every explanation for hidden meaning.
I knew what had happened.
And now I could decide what to do.
The next morning, I
