He walked away.
He could have tried again. Again. He could have found some gentle words to soothe the raging blaze of anger, the thoughtless attack. Again. He might have taken her in his arms, held her hair against his face, let her feel his words come from deep inside. Again. He could have searched for that simple peace, that wind-chime harmony that had held them together for so long. Again.
But he didn’t. He walked away.