When Arthur finally shifted back, he didn’t say much. He just pulled on some clothes from a hidden closet. I had expected a tirade so the silence was unsettling. I wanted to leave the office, but I was also scared that if I moved, it would set Arthur off.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only ten minutes, Arthur sighed. I watched him warily as he sat down, elbows on his desk, chin resting on his interlaced hands. He regarded me with a look that I couldn’t quite decipher.
“I am not a man that apologizes very often, but I do know when to admit that I was wrong. I do apologize for not believing you. I can’t say that I do believe you now, but I should have recognized that your worries are still important and that I should do everything that I can to lay them to rest,” Arthur
