“I wrote you, Peter, so many times I lost count. I asked you to come with me. Are you trying to tell me you never received any of my letters?”
“Of course I received them.” He looked disgruntled. “You thought I’d drop everything—my practice, my patients, my…my hope of becoming a father—and go with some tight-assed astrophysicist to God alone knew where, just because you said you loved me?”
Tight-assed? Was that how he saw me? It was my turn to flinch. “I guess there’s nothing left to say.”
“Emma should have stayed with me. Things would have been fine if she’d just stayed home and—”
And what? Had his babies? Tended to his house? Played the little woman? He didn’t conclude that thought. As little as I liked Emma Bradley, I knew enough about her to know that a life like that would have des
