“Then why aren’t you staying?”
Silence.
Finally, he answered.
“Because I already promised Greg I’d go golfing in Scottsdale.”
I laughed.
Not because anything about it was funny.
But because after thirty-two years of marriage, something inside me finally broke cleanly instead of wearing down a little at a time.
The road trip had been my idea.
Ten days through Utah and Colorado.
No children.