He remembered meaning it.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
I left the ring. It never belonged to me.
Dante sat upright.
Claire.
He typed too fast.
Where are you? We need to talk.
Her answer came almost immediately.
No, Dante. We don’t. Everything important was either said too late or never said at all.
His throat tightened.
I made a mistake.
Three dots appeared. Vanished. Appeared again.
Then:
The affair was not the mistake. It was only proof. The mistake was turning our marriage into a room where I could disappear and you would call it peace.
