She was younger than I expected, perhaps thirty-two, with a pale blue scarf and tired eyes.

Her engagement ring caught the light whenever she lifted her cup.

“I want to apologize,” she began.

I waited.

“Gordon told me you were refusing to work and living off his parents.

He said you had already taken a huge settlement and were staying in the condo to punish him.”

“That wasn’t true.”

“I know that now.” She swallowed.