He wiped his eyes.
“I know.”
I shook my head.
“No. I don’t think you understood what that meant when you were making your plans.”
I stood.
Then I slid his original race bib across the table.
“You were supposed to run beside me.”
He stared at his name.
“I know.”
“But you chose to make another plan.”
He closed his eyes.
I picked up my medal.
“I think you should go.”
Daniel slowly stood and collected his suitcase.
At the doorway, he turned.
“Claire, is our marriage over?”
I looked at him for a long moment.
I could have said yes.
I could have said no.
But I’d spent too much time living with decisions Daniel had made without consulting me.
I wasn’t going to let him rush me into another one.
“I’ll decide what happens next when I’m ready,” I told him.
He nodded.
