I didn’t.
For two more weeks, I lived beside a man who thought I had surrendered.
That was the strange part.
Once I stopped trying to be understood, Adrian became almost pleasant.
He thought the marriage had settled.
I was preparing to leave it.
After we drove away from dinner that night, Noah asked:
“Are we going home after ice cream?”
I looked at him in the rearview mirror.
“No.”
He became quiet.
Lily was more interested in whether she could have sprinkles.
We did get ice cream.
I kept that promise.
