She wiped her tears.
“Because I thought I had to do everything alone now.”
That sentence broke me more than anything else.
I stepped closer.
“I should have been here.”
She looked at me.
“You chose to leave.”
“I know.”
“And you told me you were sure.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you here now?”
I took a shaky breath.
“Because I finally understand that being divorced doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.”
She stared at me.
“I never stopped loving you either.”
Neither of us spoke for several seconds.
Then I reached for her hand.
This time, she let me take it.
“I can’t promise we can fix everything overnight,” I said. “But I can promise you won’t have to face this alone.”
She squeezed my fingers.
“I don’t want you to stay because of the baby.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why?”
I looked into her eyes.
