“You left. I’m the one who held our daughter while she cried. I’m the one who sat by the phone every day wondering if you were still breathing. I’m the one who walked into your bathroom and found your body collapsed on the floor surrounded by empty pill bottles. I’m the one who drove you to that clinic and signed the f*****g forms to admit you. And I did it out of love. I did it because I couldn’t bear to bury you. But that doesn’t mean I waited for you.”
Her shoulders were trembling now, and I could see the way her lip shook, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Because Lyra was upstairs, broken. Crying. Probably thinking I used her. Probably wondering if she was just some replacement for a woman I once loved. And the longer I stayed down here, the more damage I knew I was letting happen.
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