business accounting.
Eleven months earlier, I stopped accepting that explanation.
And I stopped waiting for certainty before protecting myself.
Fifteen minutes after leaving the dining room, I came downstairs with the children and three suitcases.
Ryan stood at the bottom of the staircase.
For the first time that night, his expression was completely genuine.
He was shocked.
“What exactly is this?”
“A departure.”
He laughed too quickly.
“Come on, Claire. You are eight months pregnant, unemployed, and taking two small children somewhere in the middle of the night.”
I kept
