“You came here to leave me,” Grace whispered.
Nathan bent down and picked up the papers.
“I thought you had already left me.”
“I never stopped loving you.”
“Then why didn’t you trust me?”
There was more hurt than anger in his voice.
Grace lowered her eyes.
“I didn’t want to destroy everything you built.”
“Nothing I built matters if you’re gone.”
“You don’t understand. Your company is your life.”
Nathan stared at her.
“You are my life.”
Grace began to cry again.
Nathan placed the divorce papers on a nearby table and stepped toward her.
Grace hesitated.
For a second, she looked as though she believed she no longer had the right to hide inside his arms.
Nathan embraced her.
It was not a gentle, peaceful hug.
They clung to one another desperately.
They cried for the months they had lost.
For every private battle they had fought separately while sleeping under the same roof.
Margaret quietly walked into the backyard and closed the door behind her, giving them privacy.
