He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up a hand, stopping him. “Save it, Kelvin. I’m done listening!”
I turned toward the door, feeling lighter, freer than I had in years. As I reached for the handle, I heard him take a step toward me.
“Lucille, wait.”
I stopped, but I didn’t look back. “Why should I?”
“Can we… talk about this?” His voice was softer, almost pleading. “I didn’t realize—”
I let out a bitter laugh. “No, Kelvin. You didn’t realize, and that’s exactly why I’m leaving. There’s nothing left to talk about.”
“Fine!” Patricia snapped, breaking her silence. “Go, then. Run away, like you always do.”
I finally turned to face her, giving her a look that could cut steel. “Oh, I’m not running away, Patricia. I’m setting myself free.” I glanced at Kelvin, my gaze steady. “Good luck. You’ll need it with her.”
Kelvin’s face twisted in frustration, “Then why didn’t you tell me she was gone? Why didn’t you call? Or at least send a message? My God, Lucille, our daughter died, and I had to find out like this?!”
Our daughter?
Pff.