“I know.”
“Then maybe wait until dinner before destroying my life.”
His expression tightened.
“I’m serious.”
I searched his face for an explanation, a problem, anything I could repair.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Then tell me why.”
“My decision is final.”
“That’s interesting, because I remember there being two people in this marriage.”
“I’ll get my things tonight.”
That sentence hurt even more than the word divorce.
He had already planned this.
“Why?”
Theo looked away.
I stood.
“No. You don’t get to announce this and then stare at the wall.
