I flinched.
Hearing those words hurt.
But Emily shook her head.
— You don’t love me. You lied to me so I would stay.
She pulled the suitcase toward the door.
Then she stopped beside me.
— I am sorry.
I didn’t answer.
I wasn’t ready to forgive her.
But I believed her.
Then she left.
The door closed.
Daniel and I were alone.
For seventeen years, he had been the person I trusted most in the world.
Now I barely recognized him.
— Laura, I made a mistake.
— No.
I looked directly at him.
— A mistake is forgetting an anniversary. A mistake is saying something cruel during an argument.
I pointed toward the apartment papers.
— This was a plan.
He started crying.
I didn’t.
Not yet.
— Come home with me, he begged. We can fix this.