he could hardly breathe. Some part of me might always love that version of him. But he’d confused my patience with weakness, and assumed that enduring disappointment meant I’d tolerate contempt forever.
My phone displayed two messages from Margaret:
CLAIRE, CALL ME IMMEDIATELY. THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH.
Whatever issue exists between you and Aaron should have remained private. You have created a serious problem for the company.
Not one word concerned our marriage. Five minutes later, when she called again, I answered.
“Hello, Margaret.”
“What were you thinking?”
She
