Too Late for Her Regrets

en. I started separating my finances. I moved my few boxes from the garage into the spare bedroom. The

to the house while I was in the kitchen making co

. It wasn't a question. It was an accusation. "Liam was back at work two d

old Ethan would have defended himself, would have pointed out his shattered

other her more than an

af? I'm tal

said, pouring c

have anything to

gave a small shrug. "You're

my placid agreement. Her face shifted, the aggression melting away into a kind of practiced,

softening. "I'm just stressed. This who

, that trip to Italy we were planning for our anniversary... I

sappointment, for the flicker of hurt s

, taking a sip

"Okay? That's it?

ed. "It's just a tri

her visibly uncomfortable. She didn't understand this v

my space and running her hand up my chest. "Yo

repulsion so strong I had to fight the urge to step back. The t

, using it as an excuse to move away from h

r of annoyance in her eyes. She

er voice dripping with faux magnanimity. "With your moods, with

tience while I was standing there, knowing she had be

he counter. Bills, junk mail, and a large envelope from Chen La

on the plane ticket I had booked online last night. A one-way ticket to a small coastal town

rom her. Even though she

the trash tonight. The rec

of the household maintenance schedule.

coffee I would drink in my new town, the books I would finally have

en, heading for the spare

going?" she c

ivorce paper

my leg,