There was a distance between us, but for once it was not a wall we had built.

It was a space neither of us knew how to cross.

After Anita hung up, I said, “I owe you an apology.”

“You do,” Meredith answered softly.

“I assumed you wanted the divorce.

I never asked.

And I let my board, my staff, everyone except you tell me what our marriage meant.”

She looked down at the scattered papers.