had been doing for months.”
“What did her silence mean to you?”
Daniel looked at me.
“At first, I thought she was trying to punish me. Then I realized she wasn’t angry in the way I expected. She seemed… finished.”
The word hung between us.
Finished.
He continued quietly.
“I had spent so much time telling myself that her questions were the problem that I never considered what would happen if she stopped asking. I assumed she would always be there, always be upset, and always want an explanation from
