them at all broke my heart.
When Nick finished packing, he stood in the doorway holding his weekend bag.
“If I repay the money, can we finally stop talking about this?”
I looked at him.
“Paying me back is an obligation. Coming home is a separate decision.”
He left.
That night, I walked upstairs and opened my closet.
For the first time in two days, I could choose what to wear.
But I still didn’t know what I would eventually choose for my marriage.
