Jenna stared at it.
“I love you.”
He swallowed.
“I believe you think you do.”
“Please don’t leave.”
“You left first. You just kept sleeping next to me.”
Then he turned toward Mark.
“I hope she was worth losing me.”
Mark’s expression collapsed.
Daniel walked out.
Jenna followed him into the driveway, crying.
I remained at the table with Mark.
The roast was growing cold.
Finally, he said, “You’re enjoying this.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
And I meant it.
“This is the worst week of my life.”
“Then why are you so calm?”
“Because if I start screaming, I’ll give you something to focus on besides what you did.”
He looked away.
That was our last family Sunday dinner. PlanFamily Trips
Neither divorce happened overnight.
There were lawyers, accounts to settle, furniture to divide, and arguments over money.Daniel moved out because he couldn’t bear staying in the apartment he’d shared with Jenna.
