You dismissed her medical needs.

You decided that your comfort mattered more than her safety.

Then you told me my opinion didn’t count in a house we own together.”

He rubbed his palms against his jeans.

“I was wrong.”

“Why did it take your grandmother coming here for you to say that?”

He was quiet for long enough that I wondered if he would retreat into anger again.

“Because when you were upset, I wanted to win,” he said finally.