Lucas.”
I looked back at Daniel.
“You have children?”
His eyes darted around the airport.
“Emily, not here.”
I almost laughed.
Not here?
For three years, I had defended this man.
When my friends questioned why his fellowship seemed to keep extending, I made excuses for him.
When Daniel claimed his stipend was late, I transferred money.
I managed our house alone.
Paid the insurance.
Handled his mother’s medical appointments.
I had even refinanced our home when he said he needed financial breathing room overseas.
And now he had returned with another woman and two children.
Vanessa stepped closer to him.
Daniel placed his arm around her waist.
That simple movement hurt more than seeing the boys.
“Emily,” he said, “this marriage has been over for a long time. You’re the only one who refused to accept it.”
My fingers tightened around the flowers.
“You called me every Sunday.”
“That
