Greg's POV
I have been divorced once. I know exactly what it sounds like when a marriage starts breaking, and I have just heard it, standing beside a vending machine in a hospital hallway at eleven o'clock at night, from the mouth of the woman I promised myself I would never let down.
"Denise," I say, careful, my own voice sounding strange to me. "Say that again. Please. I want to make sure I heard you correctly."
She looks stricken the moment the words finish leaving her mouth, like she is only now hearing them herself, understanding the full weight of what just happened. "Greg, I did not mean—"
"You said this whole marriage might have been a mistake." My chest feels hollow saying it out loud, the words landing heavier the second time. "I need you to tell me if that is actually what y
