That he did not let me explain.

He had a wife of three years standing in front of him saying that isn’t true, and a woman he’d loved before me crying with a scratch, and he did not spend one second on the difference.

Whatever happened next happened because of that choice, the choice to not even listen, and no one made that choice for him.

I have turned that instant over more times than I can count, and what I keep arriving at is how small it was.

There was no grand villainy in it, no dramatic decision.