At 2:00 a.m. my husband silently packed his luggage and sneaked out of our bedroom like a thief
I didn’t text him back to argue, and I didn’t do it to clear his conscience. I just typed a final reply to close the door on a conversation from a year ago.
“You were right about one thing, Victor. Goodbye.”
I blocked the number, turned off the lamp, and finally slept.
