“Do you want him gone?”
I started crying.
“I want the man I married to explain why he thought I deserved this.”
Melissa hugged me. “You might never get an answer that satisfies you.”
She was right.
I told Eric that evening that I wanted him to move out.
“Can we try counseling first?” he asked.
“We can talk about co-parenting. You’ve already moved on. There is nothing to save between us.”
“Sarah, 11 years has to mean something.”
“It meant something to me every day. It meant nothing to you for eight months.”
He packed a bag and went to a hotel.
Two days later, he moved into the rental house.
Alone, he said.
I didn’t know whether to believe him.
Rachel contacted me three days later.
Her message began, “I think Eric has lied to both of us. Would you be willing to talk?”
I almost deleted it.
Then I remembered the way she’d said “Oh” when she saw Noah on the phone.
