“She’s asleep,” Emily scoffed. “You can see her in the morning,” she said sharply. “Please,” James whispered, desperation in his voice. “Just a minute.” Emily’s eyes softened, but only slightly. “You know what hurts most?” she asked quietly. “Not that you didn’t believe me, but that you wanted to believe the worst.”
“I was angry,” James said, his voice breaking. “I was scared. I can’t take it back, but I can make it right.” “You can’t fix this with an apology,” she replied. “You asked for a divorce.” “I didn’t mean it.” “You said you couldn’t look at me.” “I can now,” he said softly. “You said you couldn’t look at her.” Tears spilled down his cheeks. “I was wrong.”