organizing my life around Daniel’s reaction.
I was organizing it around my own needs.
When he asked where I was going that afternoon, I told him I had appointments.
He looked at me carefully.
“Are you leaving me?”
I picked up my handbag.
“I haven’t decided what our future looks like.”
He swallowed.
“Can we please work this out?”
I looked at him.
“Possibly. But I won’t promise you a future just because you’re frightened of losing it.”
Then I left.
And for the first time in twenty-three years of
