« Stop. What’s wrong? »
« I can’t do this, Liz. »
« Do what? »
He wouldn’t answer.
My heart started pounding.
« Ben, if you’re accusing me of something, say it. »
His eyes met mine.
« Ben, if you’re accusing me of something, say it. »
« When you’re discharged, don’t come home, Liza. I want a divorce. I can’t believe you did this to me. »
I couldn’t make sense of the sentence.