The rest of the letter explained why he’d left when he did.
When you got sick, I panicked. I was afraid that if I stayed through treatment, I’d lose my nerve to leave afterward. So I went immediately. I told you I couldn’t handle your illness because I was too ashamed to admit I’d planned to leave long before it.
I put the letter down.
“So he made me hate myself instead.”
“He said you might never open the door.”
Wade wiped his face.
“I stopped taking his calls after he left you. When he brought me the box, I told him he needed to deliver it himself.”
“Why didn’t he?”
“He said you might never open the door.”
“He was right.”
Wade didn’t try to defend him. He waited until I was steady enough to stand, then left me alone with the box.
She compared the statements with the divorce disclosures.