Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but Emma held up her hand, stopping him.

"No," she said firmly. "You don't get to talk. Not yet. I've spent eighteen years listening to you, believing you, letting you define reality for me. Those days are over. Today, you listen."

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, organizing the words she had rehearsed so many times in her mind.

"You said you loved me," she began, her voice gaining strength with each word. "You said it over ...