I stared at her.
“You wanted me to fight for a marriage you were secretly leaving?”
“I thought if you fought for us, I’d know you still cared.”
I shook my head.
“Molly, I’m your husband, not a contestant on a reality show.”
She cried harder.
I didn’t enjoy seeing her cry.
But I no longer felt responsible for making it stop.
Before she left, she turned toward me.
“Will you ever forgive me?”
“Maybe.”
She nodded, accepting the answer.
Then she picked up the last box.
At the door, she stopped.
“I really did love you.”
I looked at her.
“Then I hope one day you learn the difference between loving someone and enjoying the way they love you.”
She left.
I closed the door.
And for the first time in weeks, I felt the house become quiet without feeling completely alone.
The following Monday, Kai called.
“Kevin, I need a favor.”