I exhale. I’m exhausted with this conversation already.
I can hear Esme’s voice in my head. Can see that sad, lost look in her eyes.
She didn’t say as much, but I saw it in her face. She needed me to understand where she was coming from.
She needed someone to understand. Anyone.
Even someone she hated as much as me.
“Doesn’t it?” I ask. “Can a marriage be happy if one of the two people involved is not?”
“I wasn’t aware you were concerned for the girl’s happiness.”
His voice breaks a little, but it’s not the connection. There’s something gravelly in his tone that shouldn’t be there.
I wanted to ask about his last doctor’s appointment but I know how that conversation would go. He’d just get impatient with me for asking, avoid my questions, and then change the subject.
I’m not in the
