Caleb’s expression changed.
For the first time, the person who had helped protect him was refusing to continue.
I went upstairs.
By the time I got the baby settled again, Caleb had packed a bag.
He stood near the front door.
“Can we talk tomorrow?”
“Not about forgiveness.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“I’m sorry.”
“I believe you’re sorry I found out.”
He flinched.
Then he left.
The next morning, I called the daycare.
Our old spot was already gone.
That hurt almost as much as everything else.
Because Caleb hadn’t only lied about another woman.
He had secretly made decisions about my career.
Our finances.
Our daughter’s childcare.
My return to work.
All without me.
The daycare director told me another opening might become available and promised to call.
Until then, I found temporary childcare with someone I trusted.
I did not call my mother-in-law.
