The receptionist told me to come at 11. I looked at the clock. I had a little over an hour. I went home. My heart was pounding in my throat.
When I entered, it was quiet. The sculpture was no longer in the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch, his face in his hands.
— We need to talk, I said.
He didn’t respond. I went into the kitchen and made tea. My hands were shaking. I returned with the cup and placed it on the table.
— Who is Sally?
He looked up, his eyes red. He was no longer the Jack I knew. He seemed small, scared, ashamed.
— A mistake, he said.
— A mistake that knows what you look like down to the scar on your chin?
He sighed. He began to speak. With long pauses. He said he met her five years ago during a delegation. That he wasn’t serious. That she got attached. That they saw each other a few times. That he tried to cut ties. That she refused to understand. That he told her he was married. That she went crazy. That she made a sculpture. That now she was blackmailing him.
— I didn’t want to hurt you, he whispered.
— Too late, Jack.
I stood up. I grabbed my bag. I looked at him one last time without hatred, but with a cold clarity in my gaze.
— I have a meeting at the law office. I don’t know what comes next, but I know one thing: I deserved more. My children deserve more. Your truth comes too late.
I walked out the door. The morning sun hit my face. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. My new beginning had just started.
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