He looks at you then, and for one split second you see the version of him most people never do.
Not angry. Not apologetic. Not stressed. Empty. A man stripped of charm and excuses, left with nothing but appetite and entitlement. If you had seen that face clearly earlier in your marriage, maybe you would have run sooner. But then again, maybe you had seen it many times and simply lacked the language to call it by its name.
Deputy Parker arranges a civil standby for him to collect immediate clothes and essentials.
Michael goes upstairs with her while Daniel follows under instruction, muttering curses under his breath. You stay in the kitchen because you are afraid if you move now the whole structure of your resolve will wobble. You sit at the table and stare at the plate in front of you. Eggs cooling. Biscuits untouched. Butter softening in its dish. A full breakfast made for a marriage that ended before the coffee finished brewing.
