He looked at his hands.
“And the house?”
“The house is not something you can offer to someone else. We will deal with any legal questions through the proper process.”
He rose slowly.
At the doorway, he turned back.
“Debra, I really am sorry.”
I looked at him.
“I hope one day you understand that an apology is not a way to erase what happened. It’s the beginning of accepting responsibility for it.”
He nodded.
Then he left.
I closed the door and stood in the hallway.
I was sad.
I was frightened about the future.
I still loved parts of the man I had married, and I knew that letting go of eighteen years would not happen overnight.
But I was no longer willing to sacrifice my peace simply to keep him comfortable.
That was a beginning.
Over the next several weeks, the truth emerged slowly.
Tyler and Rachel’s relationship began to unravel under the weight of questions neither of them had wanted to answer.
