Elijah's brow furrowed. "What are you going crazy about now? Stop embarrassing yourself in public."
His tone shifted from annoyance to condescension. "Amy is kind-hearted. She told me she's willing to let you come back with us. She even advised me not to divorce you—just to make sure you have a roof over your head."
He gestured at the mess. "Pick that up and follow us. If you make us miss our flight, you'll pay for it."
I let out a dry, bitter laugh.
"Elijah Henson, listen closely. Who the hell wants to go back with you?"
I stepped over the scattered groceries. "And who needs your charity?"
"I'll save you the trouble—we're getting a divorce. From today on, whether you live or die, whatever happens with your little affair, has nothing to do with me."
My voice stayed steady. Fifty years of silence fueled every word. "I supported you through school. Walked with you through poverty. Held up our home for decades. I didn't do all that so you could bring another woman to pity me in my old age. I won't chase you for what you owe me. But the days I have left? I'm living them for myself."