For a few seconds, nobody moved.
I could see something happening behind his eyes. Fear, maybe. Shame.
He had a choice.
I wanted to see what he would choose
I honestly believed he would take his coat from Sylvia and sit down beside me.
Instead, Sylvia said, "Ethan, come on."
And he followed her outside.
I watched the automatic doors close behind them.
Until that moment, I'd been wondering whether my husband would really leave.
Now I had my answer. The question was what I was going to do about it.
I had my answer.
Nora let out a cracked whimper and weakly clutched at my shirt.
I kissed the side of her head.
"It's going to be okay," I whispered, trying not to cry.
I wasn't sure whether I was speaking to her or myself.
***
A doctor finally saw us about thirty minutes later.
I wasn't sure whether I was speaking to her or myself.
