I nodded.
“That’s okay.”
He looked up at me.
“Are you mad at him?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m hurt, too.”
“Are you going to stop loving him?”
I took his little hands in mine.
“Your dad and I have grown-up problems to figure out. But you never have to earn my love, Mason. And none of this is your fault.”
He leaned into me, and I held him until his breathing settled.
That afternoon, I made two phone calls.
The first was to a family attorney.
The second was to Tyler.
He answered on the first ring.
“Thank God. I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“We need to discuss our marriage,” I said. “And we need to discuss how we’re going to protect Mason from being caught in the middle of it.”
