“You can put it with the voucher I gave you last Christmas.” She still hadn’t used that one either. She regarded the cup for a moment before she met my gaze. “Thank you for this, and for last night.” I gave a terse nod. We ate in silence after that, and I wondered where we’d go from there. Maybe I’d foolishly hoped getting revenge would wipe the slate clean, that it would mean a new start for our marriage, but Sara’s reaction made it clear that it wouldn’t. Maybe I should stop thinking it ever would and just return to living the life I had before Sara.
