“You gave me a new wheel for my bike,” I said. “When she broke it. You fixed it in the garage.”
“I did.”
“You never said anything to her.”
“No.” He swallowed. “I fixed things. That’s what I do. I fix birdhouses and bike wheels and leaky faucets. I thought if I fixed the things she broke, it would be the same as saying something.” He glanced at me. “It’s not the same. I know that now. I’m sorry, Jenna. I should have said something