David stepped through the doorway behind her.
His smile disappeared.
He looked toward the dining table.
A folder was waiting there.
Upstairs, our daughter Ellie stood on the landing in her pajamas, holding her stuffed rabbit.
She looked at her father.
Then she asked quietly:
“Are you leaving again?”
The room went completely silent.
That one question hurt more than any accusation ever could.
David looked at her.
For the first time, I saw genuine uncertainty on his face.
He had spent fourteen days choosing his mother.
Now he was standing inside the home he had assumed would always be waiting for him.
Nathan’s documents were inside the folder.
David opened them with shaking hands.
His eyes moved across the pages.
Then he stopped.
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