I was crying. Because I remembered.
Fifteen years ago, we saved $40,000 to renovate the kitchen. Sarah said she spent it on “something important.” We argued. I accused her of being reckless. She replied, “One day you’ll understand.”
I never did. Until now.
“I’m sorry I came unannounced,” Mike said. “I just wanted you to know it was important.”
He stood up. “I’ll stop coming if it bothers you.”
“No,” I said. “Please, keep coming.” She would have loved it.
He nodded. He walked over to his bike. Then he turned away.
“Your wife was one of the best people I’ve ever met. And I only spoke to her for five minutes. That says it all.”
He left. I stayed. I told Sarah I was sorry. I told her I finally understood.
