“Please don’t turn this into something ugly, Claire.”
I almost laughed.
Something ugly?
My marriage was ending while my husband’s mistress stood barefoot in my living room.
But apparently I was the one in danger of making the evening uncomfortable.
Grant finally walked outside.
“I didn’t want you finding out this way.”
I stared at him.
“You packed my clothes.”
He exhaled sharply.
“You knew things haven’t been working.”
“No. I knew you stopped speaking to me unless you needed something.”
“That’s not fair.”
I looked through the doorway at Savannah.
“Which part?”
Grant’s jaw tightened.
Elaine walked onto the patio before he could answer.
“We all need to be adults about this.”
There was that word.
Adults.
People always use words like that when they want the person they hurt to suffer quietly.
Elaine crossed her arms.
“Grant wants children, Claire. He has always wanted children.”
My fingers tightened around the envelope.
She continued.
“You’ve both spent years pretending love can compensate for everything else.”
Everything else.
