I confronted him after missing your third wedding anniversary dinner date. And returning home past midnight.

"You're overthinking this." he says, running a hand through his hair, avoiding your eyes. "She's going through something unimaginable. I have to be there for her."

I swallow, hurt lacing your words. "You don’t even see how distant you've become."

He sighs, frustration flickering in his gaze. "She's my best friend, alright? Can you just... be a little more understanding?"