I almost pitied him, until his next question.
“Did you marry me knowing you could leave whenever you wanted?”
I shook my head; it hurt that he could imagine such a thing.
“No.”
“I married you believing I would never want to.”
The response altered his expression. Silence stretched until he pressed his hands over his face.
“Claire…”
That softened voice summoned the Aaron I’d met in Cambridge, the one laughing in the rain. I couldn’t afford to mistake it for the man before me.
“I messed up.”
“Don’t.”
“I
