But it was fair.
I had custody.
The house… too.
And the accounts…
were reviewed.
Not because of me.
By law.
Nick did not appeal.
Not because I didn’t want to.
Because I couldn’t.
That night, in my sister’s bed, Chloe snuggled up next to me.
—Does it hurt, Mommy?
The scar was burning.
But not like before.
-A bit.
She placed her hand on my stomach.
Carefully.
—Thank you for saving his life.
I smiled.
Sad.
—I didn’t do it for him.
-So?
I looked at her.
-For you.
Silence.
—And for me.(you can not rubb me)
She nodded.
As if he understood more than he should.
—So… it wasn’t in vain.
That phrase…
He stayed.
Because he was right.
It was not in vain.
Even if it hurt.
Even if it cost.
Even though it had left me empty for a while.
