I picked up my purse.
“That’s it?” Curtis said, incredulous. “You’re walking away? In the middle of Christmas?”
I turned to face him.
And for the first time in years… I really looked at him.
Not the man I married.
Not the man I built a life with.
Just the man standing in front of me now.
“You’re right,” I said quietly. “This is the middle of something.”
He folded his arms. “Then act like it.”
I held his gaze.