"Because I deserve the truth. Because I spent five years grieving a ghost. Because—" my voice broke. "Because I loved you. And you let me believe I lost you."
He reached across the table. I pulled my hands away.
"I'm sorry, Claire. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry doesn't give me back five years."
"What do you want from me?"
I thought about it. Really thought.
"I want you to tell Sarah everything. She deserves to know who she married."
"She'll leave me."