“When you’re ready, you don’t have to stay married to me. I won’t fight it. That was never the point.”
“What? Then what was?”
He met my eyes.
“Making sure you got here.”
“I should’ve done it sooner.”
Later that evening, I stood in the backyard while Jonathan and Lila played.
They were laughing, running in circles as if nothing had ever changed.
I watched them for a long time.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel as if I were holding on by a thread.
I was steady, present, and in it.
And I realized Peter hadn’t saved me.
He’d kept a promise.
And I’d finally learned how to keep my place.
