The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

me. Only then did he seem to recognize this wasn’t a dramatic gesture intended to get his attention.

“You’re actually leaving.”

“Yes.”

“Claire.”

I sealed another carton with tape.

“We can discuss the legal details through our attorneys.”

“You retained an attorney already?”

“Nathan Brooks.”

Nathan’s name made Aaron freeze; of course he knew the lawyer’s reputation.

“Brooks?”

“Yes.”

“You talked to a lawyer before talking to me?”

“I talked to you for three years.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“No. It’s not.”

He dragged a hand through his hair.