Now four words undid all that work.
“You bastard,” I whispered.
Wade’s eyes closed.
“You absolute bastard.”
I bent forward until my forehead nearly touched my knees.
“I would have come.”
Wade did not answer.
I looked up at him through tears. “Do you understand? I would have come.”
“Yes.”
“I would have taken care of him.”
“Yes.”
“I might have missed an appointment.”
Wade’s face tightened.
“I might have.”
“Yes.”
“But it should have been mine to choose.”
“Yes.”
The room quieted around us.
For the first time since Wade arrived, I did not want him to stop agreeing.
I wiped my face with both hands.
My skin felt raw.
“When did he know I was responding?”
“He got updates through me.”
“From Elise.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes Jonah. Mostly ordinary things they said without knowing why I was asking.”
“You spied on my recovery.”
Wade winced. “That’s a fair way to say it.”
