Rebecca looked at me carefully.
“But legally you could.”
“Peter says the agreement allows ninety days.”
Daniel gave a humorless laugh.
“That doesn’t make it much easier.”
“No.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Why didn’t you tell us before you moved?”
“Because I didn’t remember.”
“And if you had?”
I considered it.
“I still would have moved.”
His face tightened.
“But you might have warned us.”
“Yes.”
That was true.
He looked surprised by my answer.
I had no interest in pretending I had behaved perfectly simply because I had been hurt first.
“I should have told you I was leaving before I hired movers,” I said. “I made that decision while I was angry.”
“You didn’t seem angry on the phone.”
“I was.”
Rebecca looked at the folder.
