Page 88 of Haze of Obedience
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Every morsel of me wants to pull her in my arms and beg her to tell me where I went wrong and why she's so angry, but I don't.
She wants space. Give it to her.
"When I'm out of the shower, can we talk about this?"
She doesn't answer and turns her back to me.
My shower is less than two minutes, and when I come back to the bedroom, she's under the covers, curled on her side, with her eyes closed.
I sit on the bed and stroke her cheek. It's wet, and my heart sinks. "I'm sorry."
More of her silent tears fall.
"Will you tell me what I did wrong?"
She rolls away from me.
I don't know what to do. I've caused her deep pain, but I don't know why. And I loathe myself for it.
