I took screenshots, silenced the phone, and rocked my daughters to sleep.

PART 4

I slept in pieces.

At four in the morning Quinn woke hungry, and I sat near Tessa’s kitchen window watching delivery trucks turn down the street.

Before sunrise I’d made one decision: I would not fly home and wait for Brandon to tell me what our marriage was supposed to mean.

Tessa found me with a notebook open beside the sterilized bottles.

“What’s that?”