“What is wrong?”

I looked into her eyes.

And for the first time in our marriage, I allowed a piece of paper to speak louder than the woman standing in front of me.

PART 2 — THE ACCUSATION

I waited until we reached the parking garage.

That is one of the few things I did correctly.

I did not humiliate Penelope in the cabin.

I did not accuse her while she was working.