He kept talking. The words kept coming. He told her about the distance he had grown apart from her, week after week. The way he had missed every sign that Sera was pulling back. The way he had chosen work and the company and the next big win over the quiet things she needed. He told her how he had thought being unstoppable would fix everything. How he had believed that success would be enough for her. How wrong he had been. He told her about the Saturday dinner. How Sera had listened when he named every piece. How she had said she was not ready but that she was still there. He held both truths in his words. He did not try to make himself look better. He just laid it all out. The luncheon moved around them. People stood up to speak at the front. Plates were cleared. He did not look away fro
