The morning went by fast.
A patient showed up twenty minutes late for a cleaning. The insurance software kicked back a perfectly good claim. One of the hygienists needed help reshuffling the afternoon.
Normal problems. Problems I knew how to fix.
Around noon, I checked my phone.
Heather had written:
Colin’s got the kids tomorrow and Wednesday. I’m meeting with a daycare director tomorrow afternoon about possible openings. Nothing for sure yet, but at least we’ve got a few days.
Then another message:
I also told Seth the truck loan is still his responsibility.
I stared at that.
He said that wasn’t fair because he’d already made arrangements. I told him you never agreed to those arrangements, so they weren’t his to make.
I doubted Seth would pay her back anytime soon. Heather might need a written repayment plan. She might even have to take him to small claims court.
But that was between the two of them now.
For the first time, the solution didn’t involve my unpaid labor.
Heather sent one more:
You were always so good to my kids. I’m sorry we made you feel like that meant you owed us something.
I read it carefully.
I love those kids, I wrote. That was never the problem.
I know that now, she wrote back.
After my shift, I drove home.
My apartment was quiet. No backpacks by the door. No diaper bag on the counter. No little voices yelling my name.
I pictured what that day would have looked like if Seth’s plan had worked.
Maddie asking for crayons. Ben wanting pancakes. Owen holding his arms up to be carried.
And I would’ve taken care of them with everything I had. Made breakfast. Wiped their faces. Comforted them when they cried.
Because that’s who I am.
Seth knew that.
And he counted on it.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive him for that.
I kicked off my shoes and sorted the mail. A thank-you card from a patient. My electric bill.
I set them down by my keys.
And then I noticed the little white box sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter.
My wedding band.
I’d brought it to the church in my purse. I was going to give it to Paige to hold before the ceremony.
It never made it onto my finger.
I opened the box. The plain gold band caught the afternoon light from the window.
For weeks, I’d wondered what it would feel like to wear it.
Now I wondered how long I would’ve worn it before I found out what Seth thought marriage gave him the right to demand.
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