okay.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“It doesn’t.”
Daniel called again later that night.
Claire had postponed their honeymoon.
She needed space.
He asked whether I had helped Elliot make the box.
I hadn’t.
Then Daniel became quiet.
“I did love that life.”
“I know.”
“I still love the boys.”
“Then act like it.”
His voice broke.
He admitted he didn’t know when everything changed.
Claire had felt quiet.
Simple.
An escape from a home where somebody always needed him.
I told him to figure out what was happening inside
