I crouched down and hugged each one of them. Rose held on a little longer than the others.
“Is Daddy coming home?” she asked.
“No, baby,” I said gently. “Not today.”
She frowned. “Tomorrow?”
I took a slow breath.
“Maybe not for a while,” I said softly. “But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
For the first time, I was choosing myself—and my children.
He had made his decision.
And now, so had I.
