“Sure.” Her expression softened immediately. "Anything."
"...Your ex-husband."
For a split second, I expected her entire body to lock up, but it didn't. She simply looked ahead, quiet as a graveyard.
"I realized..." I chose each word carefully. "...you've never really told me what happened."
"I mean..." I swallowed, continuing. "Not everything. If you're comfortable talking about it, I don't mind listening and….”
I trailed off in silence, long enough that I started regretting asking.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head. "You don't have to. I must have overstepped and…."
"It's okay." She interrupted me gently, then she started walking again.
I matched her pace.
"It wasn't always bad." Her voice was quiet. "So many people assume it must've been, but it wasn't."
"There was a time..." She
