“No.”
Andrew closed his eyes.
“Keep reading.”
There were more.
“She’ll always choose me.”
“I’m the husband. You’re the problem.”
“Give her the chance to have a normal life.”
My vision blurred.
I looked up at Marcus.
“You sent these?”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
I looked back at the phone. The final message had been sent just before midnight.
“Don’t contact her again. She’ll heal faster if you’re gone.”
Tears rolled down my face.
I couldn’t breathe. I had spent so much time believing my son had chosen to leave me, yet all that time, he’d been carrying the weight of those messages.
I slowly looked at Andrew.
“You believed this.”
He nodded.
“I already felt like I was tearing the house apart.”
His voice was quiet.
