I didn’t answer for him.

“Yes,” he said at last.

“I’m sorry I hurt both of you.”

Grace began cutting the pancake into small squares.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay.”

It was the first good decision I’d seen Derek make in weeks.

He didn’t ask her to forgive him, didn’t explain himself at length, and didn’t insist that a cooked breakfast proved anything.