did.”
“Not here.”
“I don’t know when it happened.”
“I do.”
“It happened slowly.”
I met his eyes and made myself continue.
“You started coming home later. Then you stopped telling me why. You started bringing Jasmine everywhere. Then you started acting annoyed when I noticed. You stopped talking to me unless the conversation involved a dinner, a schedule, a family event, or something you needed handled.”
“I was under pressure.”
“So was I.”
“I know.”
“No, you know now.”
He winced. I was finished cushioning the truth for his
