“With what?”
“Not knowing.”
He frowned.
“You spent eighteen months deciding that the truth could wait because you were afraid of what would happen next.”
I held his gaze.
“You don’t get to make that decision for me anymore.”
Two weeks later, Ethan came over to spend time with the boys.
We weren’t pretending everything had gone back to normal.
He was staying with his mother.
We had begun having difficult conversations without treating each one like it had to decide the fate of our entire marriage.
Mia still hadn’t met Atlas and Owen.
I wasn’t ready.
And for once, I didn’t punish myself for needing time.
Ethan sat
