“I know I chose that trip.”
Madison folded her hands together.
“I was wrong,” he said.
Not his mother pressured him.
Not the tickets were expensive.
Not Madison overreacted.
Just that.
I was wrong.
Madison believed him more in that moment than she had believed anything he said in the last year of their marriage.
Belief did not fix trust.
“I do not hate you,” she said.
Ethan’s shoulders dropped.
“But I do not trust you.”
