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“So what happens now?” I asked.
He gave a tired half-shrug. “Now the truth stops hiding.”
Outside the restaurant, rain had started without me noticing.
For the first time that night, I didn’t feel frozen.
Just strangely awake.
And somewhere between the anger and the silence, I understood something simple:
My marriage hadn’t ended at that table.
It had ended long before I ever walked into the restaurant.