I told him it had to be his own account, not a version written to earn my forgiveness.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me tonight.”

“Good.

I can’t promise that.”

He nodded.

When Vivian called, he watched her name on the screen and let the call go unanswered.

It was a small action.

I knew better than to confuse one unanswered call with a repaired marriage.