Something crashed. Not glass. Probably the plastic water cup.
Then Emma came flying out of the room, her face completely wrecked. She nearly ran into me.
“Emma?”
She looked at me and started crying even harder. That’s when I followed her to the elevators. That’s when she said she couldn’t keep pretending. That’s when she told me Daniel had to be the one to explain.
And then she was gone.
I went straight back to Daniel’s room. Mark hung back in the doorway. Our son was staring at the wall, jaw clenched. The plastic cup lay on its side on the floor, water pooling under the bed.
I picked it up. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Emma just left in tears.”
“We broke up.”
I waited.
“I don’t want to see anybody,” he muttered.
“That’s unfortunate, because I’m already here.”
He closed his eyes. “Mom.”
