“I told you. You will shoot me here today.” The words roll off my tongue with ease, in spite of the situation. “And yet you came.” I allow myself a wry smile, staying calm, though my heart’s hammering. It’s not every day that I have a gun pointed at me. “You know how much I hate being wrong.” Any other time, Jensen would have laughed. But not today. His hands are trembling. If he pulls the trigger, odds are, he’ll miss. “Why did you do it, Em? Why?” His voice is choked with emotion, and I spy tears welling up in his eyes. It’s painful to watch him like this. A man usually in control of his life, a well-respected leader in his field, reduced to this. I almost urge him to shoot, so that I don’t have to endure this much longer. But better sense prevails. “I wish I knew, Jensen. I wish I knew. All I can say is, I’m sorry. I wish I could have been a better wife to you.” These are not empty words. I really mean what I said. But will it be enough? Not that it matters, because that’s all I’ve got for him as I contemplate my next move.