That last sentence struck me as absurd.
He was the one who had protected another woman at our wedding.
Yet now he was demanding that I give him a chance to explain.
I didn't reply.
The next morning, he was still standing outside.
When Mom opened the curtains, he immediately looked up.
He called again.
This time, I answered.
"Emma."
His voice was terribly hoarse.
"Come down and talk to me."
"We have nothing to talk about."
"I handled things badly yesterday. I didn't think you'd actually leave."
I was silent for 2 seconds, then laughed.
"Daniel, you knew I'd be hurt. You just never thought I'd actually dare to leave."
The other end of the line went silent.
After a long time, he said quietly, "I admit it. I thought you wouldn't call off the wedding. But we've been together for
