Dad nodded slowly.
“All right.”
Mom reached for my hand.
I let her hold it briefly.
“I’m not discussing my marriage with him.”
But I wasn’t ready to pretend everything was fixed.
Over the following weeks, I met with a divorce attorney and arranged for Molly to collect her belongings.
She tried explaining that we’d grown apart.
I met with a divorce attorney.
“Then you could’ve told me you wanted to leave,” I said.
She didn’t argue.
Kai called once, asking me to contact a contractor who’d worked on the vacation home.
“His number’s in the family contact list,” I told him.
She didn’t argue.
“Can’t you just call?”
“No.”
He hung up.
Two months later, Kai asked to meet for coffee.
I almost refused.
But curiosity won.
I almost refused.
He spent ten minutes complaining that Mom and Dad treated him differently now.
