Aller au contenuThomas’s expression hardened. “You want me to send my father to a nursing home?”
“I want my husband back,” she whispered. “I want our family back.”
The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut through the air.
Finally, Thomas stood, his jaw tight. “If that’s how you feel, I’ll make the arrangements.”
Relief washed over her until she saw the coldness in his eyes.
But she didn’t know what he meant until the next morning.
Rose woke to find Thomas’s side of the bed empty. The house was unusually quiet. When she walked into the kitchen, she found a note on the counter.
I’ve taken Dad with me. Don’t worry about us. Take care of the kids. I’ll figure things out.
Her heart raced as she read it again, barely believing her eyes.
He had left.
Rose called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic turned to anger as hours passed with no word. The kids asked where Daddy was, and she forced a smile she didn’t feel.
“He’s taking Grandpa somewhere nice for a while,” she lied.
Days turned into a week. Then two.
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