That in his eyes, I was just as worthless?
That night, David didn’t come home, and I didn’t return to our bedroom.
I curled up with Ethan in his tiny bed and stayed awake until dawn.
When morning came, I rose to make breakfast.
David walked in, his eyes scanning the room.
Not seeing Ethan, he sat down at the table, drumming his fingers.
“Let’s talk.”
I glanced at the red mark on his collar, then sat across from him.
He cleared his throat, pulled two documents from his bag, and slid them toward me.
One was a divorce agreement. The other, yesterday’s settlement.
“You saw everything yesterday, so I won’t hide it anymore.”
“Her name is Sophia White. We’ve been seeing each other for a while.”
“I wasn’t planning on divorce, but she’s pregnant. The doctor says… she can’t have an abortion.”
Sophia White?
My hand froze on the divorce papers. I looked at David in disbelief.
That was the name I’d heard at the police station just days ago.
And now, connecting all the dots, it was absurd.
David had gotten his mother’s killer pregnant.
When I stayed silent, his tone grew pleading.
“Rachel, she’s only twenty-two. For the sake of our years together, can’t you let her go?”