I believed every forced smile.
Every short phone call.
Every “I’m okay.”
I believed them because I loved her.
And they used that love against me.
Theresa suddenly changed her expression.
The anger disappeared.
The victim appeared.
“Nathan, you’re misunderstanding everything.”
I almost laughed.
“No.”
I shook my head.
“For the first time in four years, I understand everything.”
She stepped closer.
“You were gone. You weren’t here. You don’t know what it was like.”
I looked at Lucy.
“My wife had cancer.”
Nobody spoke.
“She was losing weight.”
Silence.
“She lost her hair.”
Silence.
“She was sleeping outside.”
My voice became colder.
“And you’re telling me I don’t know what it was like?”
