Vanessa’s expression softened.
“Grant.”
“No. Let me finish.”
She fell silent.
“I thought keeping the peace made me a good partner,” he said. “I thought compromise meant giving in when something mattered more to you.”
He swallowed.
“But somewhere along the way, I stopped knowing the difference between compromising and disappearing.”
My throat tightened.
That was the thing I had been seeing all day.
Not weakness.
Not fear.
A man who had spent so long avoiding conflict that he had slowly erased himself.
Grant looked at me.
