Had motherhood changed me too much?
Had I stopped being interesting?
Had exhaustion made me someone he no longer wanted?
Then I looked at Sophie.
She was sleeping against my mother’s shoulder.
And I remembered the nights I’d spent awake alone.
The missed dinners.
The unanswered messages.
The times I’d begged for twenty minutes of help.
I looked back at Elon.
**“Everything became about Sophie because you stopped being here to share it with me.”**
He opened his mouth.
I continued.
“You told me you were working late. You said you were at meetings. You left me alone night after night.”
He looked away.
“And instead of telling me you were unhappy, you found someone else.”
His voice dropped.
“So you’re going to embarrass me in front of everyone?”
I shook my head.
“I’m telling the truth in front of the people we spent years convincing that everything was fine.”
