my marriage.
She had her own future to build, her own decisions to make, and her own worries to manage.
I had tried to shield her from the details of our problems because I didn’t want her to feel forced to choose between us.
But she was already caught in the middle.
Not because I had asked her to be.
Because Daniel had placed her there.
“Emma,” I said, “I need you to promise me something.”
She turned toward me.
“What?”
“Whatever happens between your father and me, you don’t
