I told her everything: Kenneth’s pale face, the phone call, the empty corridor, Dr.

Bradley rushing after me, the letter, the family waiting downstairs.

“I understood his reasons eventually,” I said.

“But I still feel a flash of anger when his phone rings at the wrong moment.”

The counselor nodded.

“Understanding a decision and repairing trust aren’t necessarily the same process.”

It was such a simple sentence that I wished someone had said it to me earlier.

At home, I told Kenneth about the conversation.