As I descended the stairs, I reflected on the years of our marriage—years marked not by love and understanding but by distance and unspoken resentment. Matt had been drifting for quite some time, and though I had tried to bridge the gap, it had grown too wide to cross. I knew that a confrontation wouldn’t serve us now; what was needed was clarity and resolution.
In the kitchen, I methodically prepared coffee, the familiar routine calming my racing heart. As the rich aroma filled the room, I set out three cups, anticipating their arrival. I wasn’t angry—I was resolute.
