me something that wasn’t true.”
He swallowed.
“I thought about that when you were sleeping beside me,” I continued. “I wondered whether I had missed other lies. I wondered whether I could trust the things you had told me about our life together.”
His eyes became wet.
“I never wanted you to feel that way.”
“But you made that choice for me.”
He reached across the table, then stopped before touching my hand.
“What can I do?”
It was the first question he had asked that sounded less like a
