“I thought you’d come.”
They don’t sound angry. Just disappointed.
You had already told them you couldn’t make it. You had a good reason. They’d said they understood.
Still, you hear it in their voice.
For the rest of the conversation, part of you is trying to make it better. You explain again why you couldn’t come. You suggest another day. You make sure they know you really did want to be there.
“It’s okay,” they say.
You know it is.
But they were disappointed.
And somehow, that still feels like something you did wrong.