A week? [ She stares at him. He's nuts. Of course he always has been, since she first met him, but now he really and truly is out of his mind. ] My God, you're right— I am too forgiving. I don't know what the future me is thinking...

[ Was that sarcasm? Was she agreeing with him? The weight of her ring brings her focus away from him, lowering down to her hand as his words weigh on her. A deep sorrow sweeps through her, fingers splaying as she looks over her wedding band. How long has she been waiting to hear him say that? ]

But it wasn't enough... [ That's what didn't make sense. If he had loved her like he said he did— or does— then why did he feel the need to walk out on their marriage? On her? All this time the nagging thought that she'd done something wrong or hadn't done enough was at the back of her mind like a dark, heavy cloud, something she couldn't ask when he was never around. ]