I play the message a second time, listening to the kindness in his voice, and the tears come.

It’s a long time before I stop crying, before I’m able to compose a text message to him saying, I’m very sorry, I’m at home now. I can’t say anything else because I don’t know what exactly it’s I am sorry for. I don’t know what I did to Anna, how I frightened her. I don’t honestly care too much, but I do care about making Tom unhappy. I will never begrudge him happiness, I only wish it could be with me.