This wasn't unusual. In the past, no matter what sparked a fight, she'd storm out. Sometimes for a day. Sometimes two or three before she came back.
She'd block every line of communication, so emotionally volatile it was maddening.
To hold this family together, I'd walked on eggshells, terrified of setting her off over the smallest thing.
Even the intimacy between husband and wife, I'd held back again and again.
But tonight, the moment she walked out that door, I blocked and deleted every contact method first.
Go after her?
Not a chance.
Let's see which came first: her crawling back to sign the divorce agreement, or a court summons landing in her hands.
Shortly after she left, I woke the child.
I knew the kid was innocent, but the moment I'd learned the truth, I couldn't stand the sight of him.
There was no way I could keep pretending nothing had happened and raise another man's child.
I held my emotions in check as best I could, made up an excuse, and drove the boy to his grandmother's house in the middle of the night.
My mother-in-law asked, "Logan, the boy has school tomorrow. What are you doing dropping him off in the middle of the night?"