Kevin shielded his face and shoved me back, seething. "Roberta, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say goodbye to her just now? Keep acting crazy and I swear I'll fly to Harbor City tonight!"
By the time he spat out that last sentence, I saw it—a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. He wanted to go to Adela.
But he still had to play the martyr. The reasonable man making sacrifices.
Which made me the villain. The psycho who'd driven him to this.
I laughed, cold and hollow. I stormed into the bedroom, grabbed the clothes he'd just packed, shoved them into his suitcase, and hurled it at his feet. "Get out!"
"Kevin, just looking at you makes me sick."
"Fine, Roberta. You asked for this." A thin, cruel smile curved his lips. "Let's see how you manage raising a daughter alone."
He picked up the suitcase and walked out.
The apartment went silent. My legs gave out and I crumpled to the floor, arms wrapped around myself, tears streaming down without a sound.
I didn't move until my daughter started crying again. Somehow I dragged myself up, finished mixing the formula I'd abandoned halfway, and carried it back to her room.
I held her small, warm body against mine. I didn't sleep all night.