Chapter 5: The Weight
“I thought if I didn’t tell you, you could finally be happy,” Emma said.
Her voice cracked on the last word.
“You wanted a clean slate, Nathan. I didn’t want to be the weight that dragged you back into the dark.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
I looked at her hands.
The same hands that had folded my shirts when I worked late.
The same hands that left coffee on the counter every morning, even during the months when we barely spoke.
The same hands that once pressed against her stomach while she whispered hopes to a child we never got to hold.
I had convinced myself our divorce was mature.
Peaceful.
Necessary.
A mutual release from a life that had become too heavy for both of us.
But sitting there, watching her fingers tremble around the IV line, I finally understood.
I had not released her.
I had abandoned her. Continue Reading ⬇️