“I probably would have.”
He glanced at me.
“But you could have told me you weren’t free to answer them,” I continued.
“I don’t need to know every private thing someone shares with you. I just need to know when you’re making decisions that affect our marriage.”
He nodded.
“You’re right.”
“And I owe you an apology too.”
“For what?”
“Following you.”
He was quiet.
“I understand why you did.”
“Maybe. But I still shouldn’t have.”
We drove the rest of the way home without arguing.
It wasn’t that everything suddenly felt perfect.
We had both crossed lines that week.
But at least we finally understood what had happened.
The next morning, Eliam picked up his laptop and car keys.
For a moment, everything looked exactly as it had before.
Same clothes.
Same coffee.
Same routine.
But when he reached the front door, he stopped.
