“Can’t—or won’t?”
He didn’t answer. I slept in the guest room that night.
The next morning, I asked again. He still refused.
“I can’t live inside that kind of lie,” I said. “I can’t wake up every day pretending I don’t see what’s happening.”
He nodded once. “I figured you’d say that.”
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