“You need to take responsibility for this!” Walter shouted, his voice cracking. “This is your fault too!”
My stomach sank. “What else is he hiding?” I whispered to myself, panic overtaking me as I stepped back, out of earshot.
Facing the Reality
Once home, I sank onto the couch, heart heavy with everything I’d just learned. Lila’s words echoed in my mind, but the realization that Walter had sought solace elsewhere gnawed at every piece of my resolve.
As I flipped through the clutter on the coffee table, a white envelope caught my eye. My breath caught in my throat when I recognized Walter’s handwriting. I hesitated, then tore it open with shaking hands.
“I’m so sorry,” the letter began. “I need to see you. Please, let’s work this out.”
My heart twisted. This wasn’t just sorrow. It felt like a desperate ploy, like a man cornered. I tossed the letter aside, uncertainty swirling in my chest. He had left, and now he wanted back in?
