There was no sentence capable of turning our marriage into something it hadn’t been.

No account balance could make the difficult years disappear.

Still, I couldn’t honestly say the contributions meant nothing.

Forty-eight months of payments were actions, even if they were actions taken in a way that left me outside the decision.

When Thomas returned, I had folded the letter along its original crease.

“Was this about guilt?” I asked.

“The letter calls it a correction.”

I gave a small laugh.