We stood there awkwardly for a moment before he frowned and hung up, walking toward me in large strides.
He asked, "Where have you been? Do you know how dangerous it is to be out alone at night?"
I replied, "I've been waiting for you at the office."
I calmly stated the facts and changed into my slippers.
Connor was speechless.
He finally remembered that he had told me to wait for him at the office.
But after work, Katie insisted on having dinner with him, and he forgot about me.
However, the words "I'm sorry" were stuck in his throat.
After a while, he said, "Next time I forget, just call me."
I asked, "If I call, will you come?"
As soon as I asked this, we both froze.
I waved my hand dismissively, "I know you're busy, so I took a taxi home. Don't worry about it."
But Connor was unimpressed.
He said, "Tara, you seem different."
"Yes," I replied softly, afraid it wouldn't be convincing, so I added, "People grow. Arguing only makes us tired. I understand that."
He looked at me for a long time before finally nodding in agreement. "It's good that you understand. Go wash up and sleep."
I took a shower and came out, only to find Connor lying on the bed in the master bedroom.