Rachel studied that picture longer than the others.
“Beautiful family,” she remarked.
I said nothing.
She turned toward me.
“Tyler told me you two had grown apart.”
I almost laughed.
“Did he?”
“Yes. He said the marriage has been over emotionally for a long time.”
“How convenient.”
Her smile faltered, but only for a moment.
“Look, Debra, I’m not here to fight with you. I didn’t come to your home to cause a scene.”
“Then why are you here?”
She took a slow breath.
“Because Tyler and I are having a baby, and we need to discuss what happens next.”
“Tyler can discuss that with me himself.”
“He thought it would be easier if I explained things first.”
There it was.
The cowardice beneath all his excuses.
My husband had apparently decided that he could rearrange eighteen years of marriage without having the courage to look me in the eye.
