Chloe made another soft noise.
And something inside me changed.
For weeks, I had been waiting for Eric to remember who he used to be.
Waiting for him to care.
Waiting for him to become the man I once believed I had married.
That afternoon, I stopped waiting.
Part 4 — The Last Person I Expected
I cried most of the drive home.
By the time I reached my apartment, I had almost nothing left in me.
My neighbor June saw me struggling with Chloe’s carrier and immediately came over.
“Let me help.”
Normally, I would have smiled and insisted I was fine.
That had become my automatic response.
I’m fine.
We’re fine.
I’ve got it.
But I wasn’t fine.
So I let June carry Chloe upstairs.
Once inside, she asked if there was anyone she could call.
I looked at my phone.
There was one person.
