Too fast.
The red light forced me to stop.
I gripped the steering wheel.
Hard.
Why was I shaking?
Anger?
Yeah.
That’s what I told myself.
But there was something else.
Something I refused to name.
“I’m done with him.”
I said it out loud this time.
+2
Like that would make it stick.
d maybe it with.
But one thing was clear.
Crystal clear.
My kids.
That thought came in sharp.
Protective.
Immediate.
No.
I’m not playing games with that.
I picked up my phone.
Typed quickly.
I need a lawyer. Today.
Because whatever this is…
It’s not touching them.
The light turned green.
I drove.
Slower this time.
And by the time I got to work…
My face was calm again.
Controlled.
Professional.
Like nothing happened.
But something did.
And I could feel it.
But I wasn’t.
I made them dinner.
Listened.
Responded where necessary.
Even laughed at one point.
Because that’s what mothers do.
By 9pm, they were in bed.
Finally.
I sat on the edge of my own bed and stared at nothing for a while.
Then I picked up my phone.
Lawyer.
I didn’t overthink it this time.
I couldn’t afford to.
+20 B.
I reached out to a few of my friends in the circle.
omen like me.
Corporate.
Sharp.

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