“You’re aware he was having an affair?”I ask.
“Yes, but he’s still your husband.”
“On paper.”I set the last of the boxes down.
“He’s the father of your children, Grace.”
“Yes,” I say.“He is that.I’m not ready to forgive him, Edith.I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
I pause to make sure she’s following.“But even if I were, he’s in love with Darcy Branson.”For effect, I smile and say, “Our neighbor.”
“He’s just confused,” his father says.“He’ll come around.”
“Maybe,” I say.“But either way, I can’t really be bothered to care.”
“You can’t just leave him,” his father tells me.“He needs you right now.”
“I’m not leaving,” I say.“I’m just taking a little day trip.”
“The children?”my father-in-law asks.
“They’re with Alice.”
“Why don’t you leave them with us,” Edith pleads.“It’d be good for Charles.”
“That’s very kind,” I say.“But I don’t think so.”