“Things were said.”
“You kissed her.”
His head snapped up.
“I was venting.”
“Did venting require kissing her too?”
Silence.
That was the first real answer I’d had all week.
Then Elon pushed back from the table.
“You have no idea what the last few months have been like for me.”
“For you?”
“You disappeared after Sophie was born. Every conversation became feeding schedules, naps, diapers, when I’d be home.”
The words landed exactly where he knew they would.
For six days, I’d wondered whether motherhood had erased what he once loved about me.
I looked at Sophie sleeping against Mom’s shoulder.
Then I looked back at him.
“You left me alone with our daughter most nights.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“It became my whole life because you kept stepping out of it.”
His face hardened.
“I felt like there wasn’t room for me anymore.”
