— You first.
— And when were you going to tell me?
— Tonight.
— After you applied?
He nodded.
— After the interview?
Another nod.
— After you accepted the job?
— Yes.
I stared at him.
— When did all this start?
— Four months ago.
Four months.
— I didn’t know if I would get the job. The chances were small, Chels.
— But when you got it, you still did everything without me. You didn’t even tell me this was a possibility.
— This position means fewer night shifts, real weekends off, and a more manageable schedule. They want me to lead part of the department.
— And you decided that gave you the right to decide where we would live? You were going to move our child, and then somehow everything would just work itself out? What about my work, Ben?
— I thought this was our chance to get out of this. We barely have any time for each other anymore.
