Then he revealed the final truth.
“I filed for divorce nine days ago.”
Evelyn looked up.
Daniel opened a drawer and removed the signed petition along with confirmation of an appointment with a family mediator.
There had been no other woman.
There had been no affair.
The marriage had collapsed inside their own home, fed by silence, guilt, and unanswered calls.
“I’m not trying to take Noah from you,” Daniel said. “And I’m not trying to punish you.”
He placed the papers on the nightstand.
“But I can’t keep pretending we’re a healthy family simply because our Christmas photographs look happy.”
Evelyn looked at Rebecca’s shoes on the floor.
At first, she had seen them as evidence of betrayal.
Now she understood that they represented a different kind of absence—one each of them had used in a separate way.
