I remembered how much I had loved him.
Then I remembered the woman I had become while trying to save that marriage.
“I accept your apology, Kelly,” I said quietly.
Hope appeared in his eyes.
“But accepting your apology doesn’t mean I am coming back.”
His expression fell.
“I understand.”
“I hope you become a better man. I hope you learn to love your son properly. And I hope you never make another woman feel that her worth depends on whether she can give you a child.”
He nodded, wiping his face.
Then I stood up.
For a brief moment, he reached toward me as if he wanted to hold my hand.
But he stopped himself.
I walked out of the café without looking back.
And for the first time in six years, I didn’t feel as though I was leaving my future behind.
I felt as though I was finally walking toward it.
