My father set down his fork.
“And then you told her you’d divorce me and marry her.”
The room went completely silent.
Alex turned toward his son.
“Is that true?”
Elon rubbed his face.
“She heard part of a private conversation.”
“I heard enough,” I answered.
“Things were taken out of context.”
I looked at him.
“Were you having an affair with her?”
He didn’t answer.
The silence said more than any excuse could.
Then he pushed back his chair.
“You have no idea what these last few months have been like for me!”
I stared at him.
“For you?”
“Yes, Maddie! For me!”
His voice rose.
“Ever since Sophie was born, everything revolves around her. Feeding schedules. Diapers. Naps. You barely ask about my day anymore.”
I felt tears gathering in my eyes.
He continued.
“You stopped being the woman I married.”
The words struck painfully.
Because in the privacy of my own thoughts, I’d already been asking myself the same question.
