“I know.”
“Do you?”
He lowered his eyes.
“I know I gave you reasons not to trust me. I can’t fix that by telling you how you should feel.”
The answer surprised me enough that I looked up.
He continued carefully.
“I did not know Olivia was using that account for the apartment and those gifts. I should have checked the expenses. I should have listened when you asked me about them instead of telling you that you were
imagining things.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I thought I had already understood the situation. I trusted Olivia to manage details I didn’t want to
spend time on, and I trusted myself to know when something important was happening.”
His hands tightened together.
“I was wrong.”
The words were plain.
They did not take back the months of dismissal, and they did not erase his choice at the auction.
But for once, he was not asking me to reassure him that he was still a good man.
