That night, Maeve emailed everyone involved: “We are pausing all spending and opening plans until the finances and ownership structure can be reviewed.”
Then she turned the laptop toward me.
A painful amount of our savings wasn’t coming back.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
We had stopped the project from moving forward.
That didn’t tell either of us how our marriage was supposed to move forward.
We got home after two in the morning. The kitchen light was still on, and the two plates I’d set out for Thai food were sitting untouched on the counter.
That didn’t tell either of us how our marriage was supposed to move forward.
I slept on the couch.
Not because I wanted to punish her. I just couldn’t lie beside her and pretend the distance between us had disappeared because she’d finally told me the truth.
***
The center survived, but not the way Maeve had planned it.
