She could feel every muscle in her husband's body tense at the inquiry. When he made his confession that night she was refilling his glass over and over again, he'd almost been in tears. His dark brown eyes were misty and his complexion took on an unnatural pallor. Perhaps he didn't remember being so blunt. It would explain his discomfort. He didn't immediately answer. Just as she believed that she'd crossed a line that he would follow her across, he spoke.