“Why?”
“Because saying I ignored her sounded less cruel than admitting I rejected her.”
There it was. His choice.
“You weren’t 20 anymore.”
“No.”
“I lied.”
“You were married to me. We were trying for a baby, Ben. How was any of this okay?”
His eyes filled.
“While I was grieving the child we couldn’t have, Claire was asking her father to meet her.”
Ben looked down.
“And you told her to stay in the past.”
“I did.”
I handed back his phone.
His eyes filled.
He hadn’t repeated a youthful mistake. He’d chosen it again.
The following week, I got advice about separation, finances, and what decisions Ben and I would need to make for Evie.
That afternoon, Diane came to my parents’ house.
She stood on the porch.
“I saved him, Liza.”
She stood on the porch.
“From what?”
“He was young. He had his whole life ahead of him.”
