He Spent Two Years Mocking How Tired I Looked While I Paid Every Bill. He Never Mentioned Whose Name Was on the Mortgage

Trent grabbed the railing at the edge of the little stage.

“Delaney, stop this.

Right now.

You’ve lost your mind.”

I heard the word — mind — and I almost laughed, because it was the oldest move in his whole repertoire, and he reached for it now on instinct even as the ground opened under him.

For two years, any time I had come close to naming what was happening in our house, Trent had reached for some version of that word.

I was tired.