have been lying to me every morning. You come home and tell me stories about meetings that apparently never happened. You tell me you’re exhausted from a job you haven’t been doing. And now you’re telling me you can’t explain why?”
He took a step toward me.
“Please. I know how this looks.”
“Then help me understand how it looks.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
I watched him, waiting.
Finally, he said, “I need a little more time.”
I laughed once, without humor.
“You’ve had an entire
