My chest tightened, a painful knot forming behind my ribs. I thought of the years I had spent fixing leaky faucets, painting the hallway, buying new curtains when the old ones faded. I thought of the night I had stayed up with Laura, listening to her whisper about her future, her voice trembling with excitement over a promotion she had just received. I thought of the countless holidays, the birthday cakes, the quiet evenings on the porch when she would read aloud from a novel and I would pretend to understand the plot.
And then I smiled. It was a small, quiet curve of my lips, the kind of smile that hides a storm. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t remind him of the years of support, the money I had lent when his start‑up was barely a garage with a flickering neon sign. I simply nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze settle on me like a stone.
