“Chelsea. Let me explain.”
I Held Up the Lunch Bag
“I brought you your favorite sandwich and a piece of apple pie because I thought you were exhausted.”
My voice was doing something I didn’t authorize.
“Meanwhile you’ve been packing up your office.”
He set the coffee down on a bare shelf.
“I haven’t finished packing.”
“Is that supposed to help me, Ben?”
“…No.”
The Timeline
“When were you planning to tell Olive?”
His mouth went tight.
“After I told you.”
“And when were you planning to tell me?”
“Tonight.”
“After You Applied?”
He nodded.
“After you interviewed?”
Another nod.
“After you accepted?“
“…Yes.”
I stared at my husband of eleven years.
“When did this start?”
“Four months ago.”
Four Months
“Four months.”
“I didn’t know I’d get it, Chels. It was a long shot. They had internal candidates.”
“But when you did get it, you kept going without me. You never once mentioned it was even an idea.“
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