Chapter 10: The Morning After Everything
Three weeks later, Tessa came for dinner.
She brought flowers she'd picked up at the petrol station — the kind wrapped in plastic with a rubber band around the stems — and set them on the counter without ceremony.
"I didn't know what wine you were having," she said.
"Sit down," I said.
"I'll open something."
Owen was finishing the pasta.
Tessa sat at the kitchen table, the same table where the phone had been on speaker, where the folder had been opened, where everything had started to come apart and then, slowly, come back together differently.
"Have you spoken to her?" Owen asked without turning from the stove.
"Once," Tessa said.
"She called to tell me she'd started seeing a therapist."
"Do you believe her?"
"I think she believes herself." Tessa turned her wine glass in her hands.
"I think she's spent so long telling herself that controlling things is the same as loving things that she genuinely can't see the difference yet." She paused.
"Maybe she will.
I don't know."
Owen brought the pasta to the table and sat down.
"I'm not ready to see her," he said.
"Not yet."
"I know." Tessa looked at him.
"She knows too."
We ate.
The kitchen was warm.
Outside it had started to rain, the quiet kind that doesn't announce itself.
"Can I ask you something?" Tessa said, after a while.
"Yes," I said.
"The four words." She looked at me.
"At the party.
What made you think of it in that moment?
You couldn't have known everything yet — you'd only just heard from the clinic."
I thought about it.
About standing in the confetti with her arms still dropping from my back, and the smirk, and the cameras, and all the things I could have said.
"I didn't know everything," I said.
"I just knew enough.
And I knew that she knew I knew something." I set my fork down.
"I wanted her to spend the rest of that party wondering how much."
Tessa laughed — a real one, surprised out of her.
Owen looked at me across the table.
"For the record," he said, "I am never getting on your bad side."
"You're not on my bad side," I said.
"You kept your promise."
He raised his eyebrows.
"The morning of the party," I said.
"I asked you to stop her if she made it about herself."
"I didn't stop her."
"No.
But you came to find me thirty seconds later with your arm around my shoulders.
In front of everyone." I picked my fork back up.
"That was enough."
He was quiet for a moment.
Then he reached across and put his hand over mine, the same way he had on the night of the party, at this same table, with the confetti still in the grass outside.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to see it," he said.
"You saw it when it mattered," I said.
The rain came down outside.
Tessa poured herself more wine and didn't say anything, because there was nothing left that needed saying.
The baby kicked once, firmly, as if to agree.
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Some people love you and still find ways to make your life smaller — because they've confused love with control for so long they can't tell the difference anymore.
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