“Are you serious?”
He shrugged.
“We’ve been happy for years, Claire. You don’t have anywhere else to go. Why destroy everything over something that meant nothing?”
I didn’t answer.
The following morning, I called my best friend, Dana.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, sitting between the twins’ cribs. “I could return to work, but childcare for two babies would cost a fortune. Then there’s rent, groceries, and everything else.”
“You can stay with me,” she said immediately.
“Dana, your apartment is tiny.”
“Then we’ll make it work.”
I looked at Ava and Mia.
I desperately wanted to accept, but I was frightened of exchanging one unstable situation for another.
Maybe I could wait until Ryan returned to sea.
I could resume working, save some money, and eventually leave with a proper plan.
That evening, I found Ryan standing in the nursery with Ava resting against his chest.
