She stared.
“He still doesn’t know?”
“He knows exactly what I told him.”
“Sarah—”
“He chose not to believe it.”
Twenty minutes later, another text arrived.
Julianne is coming back through Chicago because her connection changed.
Don’t make it weird if you see her.
Rebecca read it and whispered, “Oh my God.”
I felt nothing.
At first, that frightened me.
Then I understood.
Some wounds run too deep for anger.
David had passed the point where I needed him to understand.
He could believe whatever he wanted.
Reality would greet him when he returned.
Chapter 4: Fourteen days
The house gradually emptied.
Not through rage.
Not with movers tearing televisions from walls while I imagined David’s shock.
That would’ve been easier.
Instead, each possession demanded a choice.
Keep.
Store.
Donate.
Leave.
Lily’s bedroom was hardest.
I kept almost everything.
Her books.
Blankets.
Moon-shaped lamp.
Seashells from our Michigan vacation.
Twenty-three
