“She needs somewhere to stay for a few weeks while her lease situation gets sorted out.”
I waited.
Then he said it.
“I told her she can use the downstairs guest room.”
Caleb actually coughed.
Evelyn whispered:
“Adrian.”
He ignored her.
I looked at Vanessa.
“Did he tell you I agreed to that?”
She blinked.
Adrian answered for her.
“This isn’t about permission.”
That sentence told me more than his confession did.
For months, Adrian had stopped treating our marriage as a relationship between two people.
Everything had become something he could authorize.
Accounts.
Spending.
The children’s schedules.
