I Lost Our Child Chapter 32
If he had been there when I came out of surgery.
If he had been standing behind me on my grandmother’s last day.
Would the ending have been different?
But there are no answers to those questions.
I looked at him.
“Thatcher, even if you had answered that call, there would have been something else.”
“Our problem wasn’t one single choice.”
“It was that you always assumed I would stay where I was and wait for you.”
His eyes slowly reddened.
“I know.”
“I used to think that as long as we were married, you wouldn’t leave.”
“And once you really did leave, everything I did after that was too late.”
I nodded.
“Yes. It’s too late.”
He lowered his head. After a moment, he asked, “Can I still message you sometimes?”
“Better not.”
I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
“We both need to start new lives.”
Thatcher gave a bitter smile.
“You’re very direct now.”
“You weren’t like that before.”
Before, I always worried about whether he might be upset.
I would turn a sentence over in my head for a long time before I dared to say it.
I didn’t need to do that anymore.
Thatcher was silent for a while, then said softly, “Okay.”