“No,” I admitted.
“Then why did you agree?”
“Because I need to understand why he wants it so badly.”
She was quiet for a moment.
“Just promise me you won’t put yourself in a situation you don’t want to be in.”
“I promise.”
That night, I slept in the guest room.
Sean didn’t seem to notice.
He was too busy looking forward to Friday.
Friday Afternoon: Preparing for the Unexpected
By Friday afternoon, the house was spotless.
I had packed Sean’s suitcase, placed his medication and toiletries inside, and written down the practical information he might need while staying elsewhere.
I even folded his favorite shirts.
The ordinary details made the situation feel surreal.
I had spent eighteen years caring about whether Sean was comfortable. I had remembered birthdays, scheduled appointments, supported his career, and helped him through difficult periods.
Now I was preparing his suitcase for an arrangement I had never wanted.
