“She’s exhausted.”
My hands began to shake.
The next message nearly made me drop the phone.
“If you really love her, disappear.”
A sound escaped my throat that didn’t feel human.
“No.”
Andrew closed his eyes.
“Keep reading.”
There were more.
“She’ll always choose me.”
“I’m the husband. You’re the problem.”
“Give her the chance to have a normal life.”
My vision blurred.
I looked up at Marcus.
“You sent these?”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
I looked back at the phone. The final message had been sent just before midnight.
“Don’t contact her again. She’ll heal faster if you’re gone.”
Tears rolled down my face.
I couldn’t breathe. I had spent so much time believing my son had chosen to leave me, yet all that time, he’d been carrying the weight of those messages.
I slowly looked at Andrew.
“You believed this.”
He nodded.
“I already felt like I was tearing the house apart.”
