fourth.
«I didn’t know.»
The fifth attempted to rewrite events.
«You know we were having problems. You know I thought you were trying to drag me home.»
The sixth blamed poor reception.
The seventh blamed the vacation.
The eighth blamed Julianne.
The ninth blamed me again.
By the twelfth voicemail, he finally said what I’d anticipated.
«I made a mistake.»
A mistake.
Forgetting milk was a mistake.
Leaving the garage open was a mistake.
Missing a school performance because a meeting ran late was a mistake.
Deliberately rejecting fifty-one calls,
