I stood in the doorway, shaking. “You could’ve just told me you were unhappy.”
“I am telling you,” he snapped. “I’m choosing my happiness.”
His back was turned, shoulders stiff.
“I can’t do this with you, Paige,” he said. “You make everything messy.”
“I’m choosing my happiness.”
I felt something snap inside me, like a rubber band that had been stretched too long.
“No, you made it messy when you decided to see someone else.”
He said nothing. He just dragged the suitcase past me and out the door.
I didn’t follow him, but I did walk to the window, watching his taillights disappear without slowing once.
Then I went downstairs and locked the door, letting the weight of everything he didn’t say hit me all at once.
