“I need to rest.”

Judith folded her arms.

“You cannot expect Gavin to leave simply because you’ve had an upsetting morning.”

“I can expect him not to confront me while I’m recovering,” I replied.

“The lawyers can work out our next steps.”

Gavin seemed to want a final, dramatic speech.

He glanced at my wedding ring and the baby monitor, searching for an opening.

Instead, Lauren helped me arrange a temporary plan.