Let Me Have a Turn

This man.

This brilliant, accomplished man who had commanded operating rooms and held life and death steady in his hands, stood in front of his own wife and could not lift his eyes, because he had been found out, because the secret he had guarded with everything he had was lying open in the grass between us, and he did not know how to be seen.

It broke my heart more than anything else in that whole broken day, the sight of him standing there, unable to look at me, ashamed of a thing that was not his fault and never had been.

Shame is a strange and cruel thing, the way it attaches itself to the wrong targets.