home carrying flowers.
Cheap grocery-store flowers wrapped in plastic.
He kissed my forehead.
“Missed my girls.”
I looked at the same man I had heard hours earlier promising another woman a future.
Then I smiled.
“We missed you too.”
I put the flowers in water.
And I said nothing.
Because in that moment, I realized something important.
If I confronted him immediately, I would be giving him control of what happened next.
He would deny it.
Minimize it.
Tell me I had misunderstood.
Perhaps even suggest that sleep deprivation or
