I turned to Linda.
“And you,” I said.
“You told me you’d still cook with a broken arm. You warned me men ‘look elsewhere’ if women don’t try hard enough. If that’s your idea of marriage, you can keep him.”
Her mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
I walked down the hallway to our bedroom.
My bag was already packed. I’d done it that morning while Jason was in the shower.
I came back with it over my left shoulder.
Jason stared. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving,” I said.
“I’m staying with a friend. The lawyer will explain the rest.”
“You can’t just leave. We have guests,” he sputtered.
“No,” I said.
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