But I hadn’t read the moment correctly. I had thought he’d melt and sweep me up jokingly, and I’d tell him that of course I loved him, that I’d consider coming to the hearing. Instead he looked at me sadly, shook his head as though I were responsible for all the tiredness in the world, and left. I sank into an armchair like a felled tree. I was angry at myself for creating my own trap. Now I felt as though I had done something wrong.
