Brandon closed his eyes tightly, profound shame crossing his face as he understood what had happened. “Sarah, I… I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”
“You don’t have to say anything to me here,” I replied, keeping my tone dead pan despite the searing pain in my heart. “How long, Brandon?”
“It has been going on for almost a year,” Brandon confessed quietly, unable to look me in the eye.
“A whole year?” I repeated, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “While you came home every night? While you kissed me goodbye before every single shift?”
“I was going to tell you,” Brandon pleaded weakly, wringing his hands together. “I have already met with a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. I was planning to sit down with you next week.”
“You announced it over a microphone to a plane full of strangers before you had the courage to tell your own family,” I said, holding back my own tears for the sake of my son. “We are going home.”
