Then he looked at Mark.
“I hope she was worth losing me.”
Mark’s face collapsed.
Daniel walked out.
Jenna followed him into the driveway, crying.
I stayed at the table with Mark.
The roast was getting cold.
Finally, he said, “You’re enjoying this.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
And I meant it.
“This is the worst week of my life.”
“Then why are you so calm?”
“Because if I start screaming, I’ll give you something to focus on besides what you did.”
He looked away.
That was the last Sunday
