I packed a suitcase and left, too angry to think, too stubborn to turn back.
That night, I checked into a hotel to cool off. And the next morning, a scandalous video of me had exploded across the internet.
Now, here I was again, repeating every step. I watched myself pull the same suitcase behind me. Watched Sean sigh and shake his head.
"Where do you want to go? I'll drive you."
His voice was weary, not angry. Just like before, when I threatened to leave and get a divorce. Those were the same words he said.
I had originally planned to go to my parents' apartment. But Sean had talked me out of it, pointing out how worried they'd be if they knew we had a fight. In the end, I'd gone to a hotel instead. And everything had fallen apart after that.
So this time, I hesitated only briefly before saying, "I want to be with my parents. Just tell them you'll be going on a business trip. They won't ask too much."
Sean nodded and took the suitcase from my hands. "Alright. I wouldn't feel comfortable if you stayed anywhere else anyway."
I studied him carefully, searching for any signs of deception or unease. But he looked and acted exactly as I remembered—concerned, gentle, even regretful.