“To be honest, ” she said as if br lying would be nothing new, br “I seriously thought about br not telling you.” br br The sentence rolled between them br like a marble on a table br with uneven legs – br never finding a place br to fall still. br She watched, br wondering if he’d pick it up - br scared that he would, terrified br that he may not, br she waited. br br He said simply, “I’m glad you did.” br br And she… br suddenly wished she hadn’t.