"And you would have forgiven me that?"
"I did forgive you. I forgave you all the time I thought it. There's nothing that I wouldn't forgive you now. You know it."
"I thought you might forgive me. But I never thought you'd let me come back—after that."
"You haven't. You haven't. You never left me. It's I who have come back to you."
"Nancy—" he whispered.
"It's I who need forgiveness. Forgive me. Forgive me."
"Forgive you? You?"
"Yes, me."
Her voice died and rose again, throbbing to her confession.
"I was unfaithful to you."