He could have told me he couldn’t sleep.

Instead he offered me an explanation he expected me to accept without thinking.

After he showered, I went into the guest bathroom and locked the door.

I listened to the recording three times.

Each time I hoped I had misunderstood something.

Each time the words meant exactly what I feared.

For years, I had assumed the worst thing Kenneth could do was stop loving me.

That morning I learned there were worse things.