Because a telephone ringing in your pocket is not a decision you make once in a corridor.

It is a decision you make again, and then again, and then again, each time it rings, with the name on the screen, in a car, at a kerb, on somebody’s driveway, in somebody’s hallway.

Twelve separate times my husband looked at my name and chose something else.

Part Sixty: An Answer I Could Trust

He looked down at the floor.

“I wanted to talk to Brian first.