We have not spoken in four years. I am writing this not to send. Worthington's E — Empathize — is the step I keep failing. So I tried it differently. I imagined the apartment in 1982 when you were twenty-six and the man you married was not the man you thought. I do not excuse what came after. I empathize with the girl who could not see it yet. I forgive her. I am not ready to forgive you.