"You cheated on Mom," I say. "How can you say you've changed?"
He steps forward, confused. "I would never cheat on your mother."
"I saw you."
"I love her," he says. "Why would I cheat on someone I love?"
"Stop lying." I can feel the anger I've worked so hard to control start to make its way up my throat. "Just stop!"
He turns slowly, and the surprise in his expression only lasts a moment.
"Megan," he says, grabbing my hand, "you're acting crazy. You need to just calm down."
My name sounds like a curse word as it rolls off his lips. He's still fighting for composure, but spit has started to froth at his mouth, and a droplet lands on my cheek. I'm stuck in a tine loop, imagining all of the tines that he made Mom feel worthless-all of the tines he made me feel that way. His fingers cle
