Mark glanced at Victoria, clearly uncomfortable.
She shook her head slightly as if warning him not to say anything.
But the tension in the room was too heavy.
"A few months," he admitted.
Ethan's jaw tightened.
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"A few months," he echoed.
My son stood very still for a long moment.
Then he looked at Victoria again.
"A few months," he said quietly. "That lines up perfectly with all your late nights and strange excuses."
Victoria stepped closer to him.
"Ethan, please. Let's talk about this at home."
"No," he replied immediately. "We're talking about it right here."
His voice sounded different now.
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Stronger.
More certain.
For the first time in a long time, he was not blindly defending her.
He was finally looking at the situation for what it was.
Victoria's eyes filled with tears.
"You're overreacting," she whispered.
Ethan shook his head slowly.
"On the contrary, I think I've been underreacting for years."
