He looked at the documents, then at me.
“I tried,” he said. “You weren’t ready to hear it. Every time I said something that pointed toward Sean, you either defended him or turned it inward. You blamed yourself. If I had come at you directly with this, you would have protected him and shut me out — and then you would have been going through all of it completely alone.”
That stopped me.
Because it wasn’t wrong.
“You said you knew,” I said. “How? Specifically.”
He paused. “Sean’s former assistant, Kelly. She came to me before things fell apart. She was worried about what she was seeing and she wanted someone to know.”
“When?”
“About eight months before you showed up at my door.”
The Café Across Town and the Conversation I Had No Business Having
That night I didn’t sleep.
I kept returning to the same thoughts — the boxes, Kelly, the years of small exclusions adding up to something I should have seen and hadn’t. By three in the morning I had made a decision I wasn’t proud of.
Peter was asleep when I slipped into his room. We didn’t share a bedroom — there was nothing ambiguous about the nature of our arrangement. His phone was on the nightstand. His password, when I tried it, was his own name.
I found the contact. Saved the number. Set the phone back exactly as it had been.
My hands were shaking when I left.
The next morning, I told Peter I had errands.
He didn’t ask what kind.
That somehow made it feel worse.
I drove to a small café on the other side of town and sat in a corner booth. When Kelly arrived, she looked younger than I had expected — mid-twenties, careful eyes, the posture of someone who has thought several times about whether to show up somewhere before actually doing it.
We sat across from each other.
“I need to know what you told Peter,” I said.
She didn’t hesitate. “Sean talked about you and the kids like the outcome was already settled. He’d reference it in casual conversation, like it was only a matter of time — that you’d get overwhelmed, that things would shift in his direction, that eventually you’d just fade out and the kids would be primarily with him.”
I looked at her.
“He actually said that.”
