that Sunday morning, Daniel asked me whether I had made a decision about our marriage.
We were sitting in the backyard.
The weather had warmed, and the garden was beginning to recover from winter. Daniel had repaired a loose fence panel, and I had planted flowers along the walkway.
For the first time in a long while, we were able to spend an hour together without arguing.
He looked at me.
“I know you may never trust me the way you did before.”
I remained quiet.
“But I want to
