don’t understand.”
“I understand perfectly.”
“I walked in and saw you laughing with him, and it just—”
He pressed a fist to his chest as though the feeling were lodged there.
“It hit me.”
I waited.
“That you might move on?”
“Yes.”
“You already had.”
“That’s different.”
The automatic response startled even him. “Different for whom?”
Ashamed, he answered, “For me.”
At least he had stopped disguising the selfishness. I folded my arms.
“Daniel, you didn’t want the marriage.”
He stared downward.
“But you wanted the wife.”
He looked up
