He protested, “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” He said, “I’m trying to explain.” I answered, “No. You’re trying to spread the responsibility around until your piece feels smaller.” His expression hardened. “That’s not fair.”
Standing, I raised my voice. “Fair?”
“Do you want to talk about fair?” Pointing at the bouquet, I asked, “Those flowers cost what? Two hundred dollars?”
“Claire.”
“Three hundred?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.” Seven months earlier, Daniel had forgotten our Valentine’s dinner reservation. We’d eaten Thai takeout because nearby restaurants
