Why couldn't we have sat like this back then and done this before it all went to shit? This honesty and frankness. Laying it all out in the open with no blame and no excuses. We needed to have this conversation before letting go of all of this to live elsewhere.

"I remember...." I murmur it softly. I do not intend to admit that here and now, but I don't want him to keep explaining the things I already have ingrained in my soul and making this worse. It's too deep a wound to probe. His version is only conjuring up painful visions in my mind's eye.

"What? You .........