« I wouldn’t have to, » I said. « He has both of us. »
She began crying.
I reached for her, but she turned away.
Two days later, Goldi told me she wanted a divorce.
I laughed because the idea seemed impossible.
We had been married for four years.
Three weeks earlier, she had been folding baby clothes and arguing with me about whether the nursery needed another lamp.
Now she would not even look me in the eye.
She would not even touch our baby.
« You don’t mean that, » I said.
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