“Corinne, I ended it.”
“With Tessa.”
“Okay.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know.
That it matters.”
“It would’ve mattered before I had to leave.”
“I can fix this.”
Her expression became sad.
“You still think fixing it means getting things back.”
“What else would it mean?”
“It might mean accepting that you don’t.”
“No.”
“Grant.”
“No.
We have a son.”
“Yes.”
“We’ve been together fifteen years.”
“Yes.”
“We built a life.”
“Yes.”
“That has to matter.”
“It does.”
“Then why are you throwing it away?”
For once, anger entered her face.
“Do not do that.”
“Do not sit there and tell me I am throwing away the life I begged you to stay present for.”
Her voice shook now.
“I labored with your child while you were lying beside another woman.”
“You answered me from a hotel bathroom.”
