to.”
“Exactly.”
He reached for his coffee.
“I’ll go to counseling. I’ll do whatever the therapist recommends. I don’t want to lose you, Claire.”
I studied him.
For years, I had wished Daniel would say those words.
Now that he had, I realized that I needed to know whether he understood what he was asking.
“Do you want to save our marriage because you love me, or because you’re frightened of what your life will look like without me?”
He stared at me.
“Both.”
It was the first answer he
