“Noah needs to eat in 20 minutes. Owen’s pacifier and Eli’s spare clothes are packed.”

He swallowed. “I owe you an apology.”

> “I’ve got him.”

“I’ve got him.”

“Then give me one.”

“You told me you were sick. I blocked your treatment, ignored your work, and lied to my family. I did all of that.”

> “I was wrong.”

“I was wrong.”

“Can I earn another chance?”

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“Maybe. But you don’t earn me by behaving for a month.”

He looked down.

“What do I do?”

> “Keep changing when no one’s clapping.”

“Keep changing when no one’s clapping.”

I handed him Eli.

Ryan took the next bottle.

I took my coat.

” Where are you going? “

> “What do I do?”

“What do I do?”

“Therapy.”

He stared at me.

I opened the door.

“This time, you don’t get a vote.”

Then I stepped outside fără a aștepta răspunsul lui.

For the first time since the boys were born, I wasn’t waiting for Ryan to believe me.

I believed myself.

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