But I remembered Thursday.
He had promised to watch the girls.Then walked out because keeping the promise became inconvenient.
I finally understood something.
Promises are easy when they cost nothing.
Ryan only kept his when they suited him.
“I hope you change.”
His expression softened.
Then I continued:
“I’m still leaving.”
Gerald started to speak.
I didn’t wait.
I walked out.
Dana’s spare room barely held us.
Two portable cribs were squeezed between the bed and the window.
My suitcase stood upright beside the wall.
That first night, I settled Ava.
Then Mia.
Then climbed into bed without even unpacking.I stared at the ceiling.
I had no idea what happened after six weeks.
No apartment.
No savings.
No complete childcare solution.
Nothing felt secure.
Ryan’s dismissal was confirmed Monday.
I returned to work that same week.
I started arranging the separation.
Money was still a problem.
