his usual excuses no longer worked.
After dinner, she helped me clear the plates.
“Mom,” she said, “Dad told me you two are having problems.”
I placed a plate in the dishwasher.
“Yes.”
“Is it serious?”
I turned toward her.
“Yes.”
She nodded slowly.
“Are you getting divorced?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Emma looked down.
“I always thought you two would be together forever.”
I felt a lump form in my throat.
“So did I.”
We stood quietly for a moment.
Then she asked, “Is there someone else?”
I didn’t
