That same night Marcus made the decision to leave.
For a few seconds, he stayed still, staring at the ceiling. Sophia was asleep beside him, her back turned toward him. The house was quiet, but Marcus already felt the weight of another argument waiting for him If he remains there.
He got out of bed carefully. He had made his decision. He could not stay.
In the bathroom, he washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. Not from work, but from spending every day trying to keep a marriage alive that had already become painful for both of them.
When he returned to the bedroom, Sophia was sleeping soundly.
He picked up a small bag. “Maybe I should have ended this marriage a long time ago.”
He packed only a few clothes, his wallet, phone, charger, and some persona
