Griffin: You told me for a reason.
Jules: You should know the truth. Before you decide if you want to stay married.
"Jules…"
I can't place his tone. It's not a good tone, but it's not bad either.
Jules: Are you mad?
Griffin: Does it matter?
Jules: To me.
Griffin: I'm not seventeen anymore. I'm not making it about me this time.
Jules: I want to know.
He taps the door. "This will be easier if you open the door."
I shake my head. It won't. It's easier if I don't have to look him in the eyes.
If I don't have to bring the words to my lips.
If I don't have to face his reaction.
I type it out again.
Jules: Are you mad?
"I'm not answering that." His voice is low. Frustrated.
I don't know what it means.
I'm not sure I want to know.
"Please." I press my cell to my chest. "Are you?"
"Yeah."
I swallow hard.
"You promised." Hurt seeps into his voice.
I try to find the words, but there's nothing I can say.
Jules: I'm sorry.
"What for?" he asks.
Too much.
"That night, I thought you meant it. That you really would stop." His fingers brush the door.
"I did. I… I tried."
"At some point, I realized you couldn't promise that. It was like when Hunter promised he'd stop drinking. He meant it. But he couldn't do it on his own."
"I did. I did mean it."