Graham's chest heaved as he struggled to breathe as if suppressing some ferocious emotion. After a long while, he picked up his phone and opened our chat window. Staring at the screen that had been silent for days, his fingers hovered over the keyboard before finally typing:
[I was just speaking out of anger that day. You don't have to curse yourself and the baby to get back at me.]
[I'll be back as soon as Quinn is feeling better. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you.]
[You haven't messaged me in days. Remember to reply.]
I didn't understand what Graham was doing. Was he apologizing? Or did he miss me? But I could no longer reply to his messages.
Neither indifference nor forgiveness mattered anymore.
Graham, however, grew increasingly agitated when he didn't receive a respo
