“You said divorce,” she said.
“I did.”
“Then move.”
Something crossed his face, a flicker of uncertainty, the first real crack in the performance. He glanced at the baby, and she thought she saw him remember, in some distant, calculating part of his mind, that the hallway camera by the nursery still recorded motion. Or perhaps he simply had not expected her to call his bluff. Ryan had always been better at issuing ultimatums than receiving them.
He moved aside.
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