I abandoned my paralyzed wife for ten days to chase another woman, convinced she would still be helplessly waiting exactly where I left her

“No.”

“I need to apologize.”

Daniel’s face twisted, not with rage, but with something almost like grief. “You think an apology is a key? You think you say the right words and doors open?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“That’s exactly what you’re saying.”

I stood, too quickly, and the room swayed. “She’s my wife.”

“For now,” he said.