“Do what exactly?”
“The noise. The diapers. The chaos, Savannah.”
His eyes drifted to my stomach.
“And this.”
For a moment, the entire room seemed to fall silent. Even the baby kicked once, hard, as if she heard him.
The Weight of Words That Cannot Be Taken Back
I shifted slowly, trying to keep my voice steady.
“You picked an unusual time to say that,” I said quietly. “She is almost here. The baby you wanted to bring into our family.”
He exhaled sharply. The way someone exhales when they want you to know that they are tired of you. Tired of the life you built together.
“I want peace for once in my life,” he said.
That was the moment something inside me understood what was really happening.
He was not just leaving. He was rewriting our entire life into something disposable. A long marriage. Seven children. Fifteen years of shared mornings and late nights.
All of it suddenly reduced to noise he wanted to walk away from.
