She paced back and forth. William imagined that she did that when she spoke in
front of a jury.
“Then Samuel came three years after that. We were always busy doing other stuff
that we never truly connected.”
“I thought we had a good connection,” William interjected.
“I thought so too,” Emily responded. “But after thinking about it, what do we know
about each other since all this time together? We've been married for fourteen
years. Has anything changed? Do you know if my favorite movie changed since we got
together? Could you even guess the password to my Facebook account?”
William realized he couldn't answer any of those questions.
“And I don’t know if Sidewalk is still your favorite band,” Emily added. “We just
got so busy that we don’t communicate with each other. We don’t share things with
each other.”
Pavement, William thought. He didn’t know if there was band named Sidewalk.
He thought back on their whole relationship. This year had been the first time they
had slowed down enough to be in the same place for more than forty-eight hours on
the weekend.
“I'm going to repeat this because I want you to know that it's true. I love you,
William. I always will. But we're roommates. We're friends. And I will always be
your friend,” Emily told him.
“Okay,” William responded. “So how is this going to work?”
“We can work out the details later,” Emily told him. “We don't need to figure out
everything tonight.”
Emily left the room.
William played the conversation over in his head. She made good points. He couldn't