David Cummings

I do not, but seeing how big the company you work for is, I imagine that I could ask one of your employees...

The word employees had a profound effect on my husband's demeanor.

His confident stance retreated into a slouch, and the flicker in his eyes died out.

I felt my heart race at that moment.

I savored his pain as I poured a few blueberries from the basket into the jar.

Dear, I thought we decided never to mention that again.

Yes, we had agreed to never speak about the particulars of the event.

Howard always seemed so ashamed of the foolish way he handled things.

This was a part of my forbearance.

It was clumsy of me to make that remark, no matter how badly I wanted to.

For a moment, I had actually lived life the way my husband wanted, recklessly.

I apologize.

I twisted the lid shut on top of the blueberries.

Just give me some space for a while.

Give me some time without your eyes on me.

I did my best not to stare at the stain on his collar.

Instead, I only looked into his eyes, trying to find the reason why I chose to remain with him for as long as I had.

I will, darling.

I popped a stray blueberry into my mouth.

I trust you.