admitting everything, regretting his choices, and understanding what he’d lost.
In my fantasies, I felt powerful.
In reality, I mostly felt tired.
He continued.
“I kept thinking the affair was why you left.”
I remained quiet.
“Then I thought your family convinced you.”
I crossed my arms against the cold.
“And then?”
“Then I found that spreadsheet during discovery.”
My stomach tightened.
The allowance spreadsheet.
Lauren.
Reduce further.
“I don’t even remember writing it.”
“I do.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“I know.”
Neither spoke.
A car passed nearby.
Inside
