as I continued.
“Not as a partner. Not enough to be faithful to. Not enough to tell the truth to. But you wanted me available in the background.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“It is exactly fair.”
“I cared about you.”
“You cared whether I was still attached to you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“No.”
“It isn’t.”
Sadness rose unexpectedly. In the first terrible weeks I’d imagined this very scene: Daniel returning full of regret and finally understanding. I had expected satisfaction. Instead it simply felt too late.
He approached. “Claire,
