Rowan stood near the sink.
“You can say it,” Rowan told him.
Dad looked up.
“Say what?”
“That you think I’m a terrible husband.”
Dad considered the pear.
“I don’t know you well enough to decide what kind of husband you are.”
Rowan laughed without humor.
“You know what happened.”
“I know what Phoebe told me.”
“And?”
Dad put the knife down.
“I think you made a very poor decision.”
“That’s all?”
“No.”
Rowan waited.
Dad remained calm.
“I also think Phoebe married you because she believed you were more
