of the stolen dress.
He thought canceling would reduce my stress.
He thought a refund would be practical.
I listened until he finished.
Then I asked one question.
“Did you ever ask what I wanted?”
He looked down.
“No.”
“You knew those photographs mattered to me.”
“I did.”
“Then why did you decide for me?”
He stared at the green circle around Saturday’s date on our calendar.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then he spoke quietly.
“Because I was still thinking I knew what was best.”
I waited.
