“What do you mean?”
“Work. Us. Anything you’ve been avoiding.”
He looked straight at me.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
“Everything’s fine, Maddie.”
That killed the last of my hesitation.
I’d given him a clean chance.
He chose another lie.
At dinner, Mom held Sophie while everyone talked easily.
Then Eve looked at me.
“Elon said you might stay home with Sophie a little longer.”
I turned toward him.
“You told them that?”
“I said we’d been talking about it.”
“We have.”
I set down my fork.
“I’m going back to work.”
Elon looked at me sharply.
Nobody stepped in.
Nobody answered for me.
Later, Elon followed me into the kitchen.
“When were you planning to tell me?”
“About my own decision?”
His mouth tightened.
“We’re married, Madeline.”
“Then why am I hearing it at dinner?”
I looked at him.
“That’s a very interesting complaint.”
His expression changed.
“What does that mean?”
