“That’s the first honest answer you’ve given me all week.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“So what happens now?”
I took a slow breath.
“Tonight, Sophie and I are staying with Mom and Dad.”
His face crumpled.
“And our marriage?”
I looked at the man I’d loved for nearly a decade.
The man who’d made me laugh at a barbecue.
The man who’d cried beside me after our pregnancy losses.
The man who’d held our newborn daughter and promised to protect her.
And the man who’d told another woman he hated me.
“I don’t know yet,” I answered.
“But I know I’m not giving up my career, my independence, or my voice to make this easier for you.”
I’d already packed a bag earlier that afternoon.
Dad carried Sophie’s car seat to the driveway.
Mom took the diaper bag.
