“I’m only hurt that I know the different cups you take your tea in at different times of the day, and how you like the curtains ajar so that you can look at the sky first thing in the morning, and how when you’re worried you rub the cold side of the duvet against your top lip…but I didn’t know this.” His words lapped against her like icy water, so that she could barely catch her breath. “I’m sorry that this most terrible thing happened to you, that you’ve carried this pain all of your life, and that you couldn’t share it with me.”
