That day, he said nothing, staying with me through breakfast, a movie and even a visit to an art exhibition.
Watching him, I was momentarily reminded of our days dating six years ago. Back then, he had accompanied me like this, promising to do so for a lifetime. But now, it was better to part amicably.
I said, "Tonight, I'd like to eat at that restaurant with the long lines. Will you come with me?"
"Of course." He agreed without hesitation, smiling warmly.
Perhaps he had forgotten that today marked our sixth wedding anniversary. Our last meal together could serve as a fitting farewell.
But that evening, Troy ultimately failed to show up for our dinner. Once again, Louise's phone call had pulled him away.
Before leaving, he anxiously tried to explain, "Felicia, don't misunderstand. Although I've already fired Louise, she's threatening to jump off a building, in the company no less! I have to go and calm her down!"
What he didn't know was that I had already checked his phone earlier. There was no talk of jumping.