He looked at the carpet.
« I asked you to pack the nursery, » he said quietly. « Weeks ago. You wouldn’t. »
« Because it’s his room. I’m not ready— »
« It’s an empty room, Kate. It’s an empty room and it’s killing both of us. »
« How do you think I feel? I’m the one who carried him. He was alive inside me, kicking and moving, and then he came out into the world and… he was gone. »
« I asked you to pack the nursery, »
« So, what? You want to keep the nursery waiting for his ghost? Like some kind of sick memorial? » He waved one hand in the air. « This is exactly why I can’t stay here anymore. »
He lifted his suitcase and headed for the door.
He paused on the threshold.
« I called a realtor, » he said. « I want to list the house. »
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