“Good night, Molly,” I whispered.
She fell asleep.
I didn’t.
At four in the morning, I went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table.
I thought about confronting them.
I imagined waking my parents and demanding answers.
I imagined throwing Kai’s clothes onto the deck and asking Molly whether she wanted her wedding ring back.
I imagined a dozen dramatic scenes.
But every version ended the same way: Kai talking, Molly crying, and me somehow becoming the unreasonable one.
I had seen that movie my entire life.
I wasn’t going to star in it again.
By sunrise, I had made my decision.
I would leave.
I would let them make their announcement.
And I would no longer help them pretend that I was too stupid to notice what was happening around me.
The Husband Who Left Too Quietly
At breakfast, I announced that I wasn’t feeling well.
Mom immediately reached for my forehead.