“Then come home.”
“I said I want to see him. I did not say I want to be your live-in housekeeper again.”
Melissa looked down.
“You can bring him to a park. A library. Ruth’s house. We can meet somewhere neutral.”
“Grant won’t like that.”
I looked at the SUV.
“I am no longer organizing my life around what Grant likes.”
For the first time, Melissa almost smiled.
It disappeared quickly.
“I don’t know how to fix this.”
“You don’t start by fixing me.”
“What do I do then?”
“You learn how to run your own life.”
She nodded slowly.
Then walked back to the car.
I watched them drive away.
That night, I slept ten hours.
PART FOUR
People expect freedom to arrive like fireworks.
