“No, you’re not.” Gerald put a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t.”
“Gerald, don’t…”
“You can’t afford to get home by yourself, Claire,” he said. “And I won’t let you run off with my grandchildren like that just because you’re upset.”
He was right. I couldn’t get afford to get home by myself, and I hated it.
On the flight, the men discussed a fishing trip. I watched the twins sleep and thought through my options.
He was right.
When we reached the house, Ryan dropped his bag by the door.
“So,” he said. “What’s for dinner?”
“Seriously?”
He rolled his eyes. “We’ve been happy all this time, and it’s not like you’ve got somewhere else to go, so get over it already.”
We’d see about that.
He rolled his eyes.
I called my best friend, Dana, the next morning from the nursery.
