“No,” I said.

“What took me eighteen years to see is that Marcus needed to feel indispensable.

You let him play the savior with no accountability — the hero who sweeps in and fixes everything and gets adored for it.

At home, he was only asked to be an ordinary husband and father, and that takes showing up on a Tuesday when nothing is on fire, and he never once wanted that job.

You didn’t take him from me, Evelyn.