“You didn’t want to understand.”

His voice broke slightly. “Evelyn, I made a mistake.”

She looked at him with an exhaustion deeper than anger. “A mistake is forgetting an anniversary. You made a decision every day. You decided your work mattered and mine did not.

You decided your ambition was discipline and mine was selfishness. You decided your silence deserved respect and mine meant I had nothing to say.”

He stood again. “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing.”