He pulled her close, the guilt already blooming on his face. “Never. I’m right here.”
She smiled into his chest. He had been planning to leave. The email to his ex-wife was a draft: “I can’t handle her mood swings anymore. I’m filing after Chloe’s finals.”
The third sin was the cruelest: . Sarah returned to bed, slid under the covers, and began to weep. Softly. Loud enough to stir Mark.