“Because you always believed them first.”
The words landed without force, but they struck deeper than any accusation shouted in anger.
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
Maya looked away.
“When we chose the apartment, your mother said I pushed you into spending too much. When I wanted Liam’s nursery painted green instead of blue, she said I was controlling. When I asked Chloe not to post pictures from my baby shower before I had shared them myself, Chloe cried, and you asked me to apologize.”
“I was trying to keep the peace.”
“You were keeping their peace.”
Outside the room, a cart rattled down the corridor. A nurse laughed softly at something a colleague said. Life continued at an ordinary pace while my understanding of my marriage quietly rearranged itself.
“I didn’t know it was this bad,” I said.
