“It’s not like we planned this,” he snapped while grabbing his bag. “But we’re in love.”
What stunned me most was that he didn’t sound ashamed. He sounded relieved — like a man who had escaped something.
The kids were all in the living room when he walked past them.
The older ones were arguing over a video game. Our youngest was lying on the floor coloring.
Daniel opened the front door and left.
He didn’t say goodbye to a single one of them.
After that, the days blurred together.
Life doesn’t pause just because your world collapses — especially when you have eight children.
Lunches still had to be packed. Homework still needed checking.
Every night our youngest climbed into my bed and asked the same question.
“Where’s Dad?”
The younger kids rotated the same painful question every evening.
“When’s Dad coming home?”
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