He released a slow breath, almost relieved that we had finally reached the practical details.
“I’ll stay here with you and Kieran from Monday until Wednesday. Then I’ll spend Thursday through Sunday with Elena at her place. We can adjust things for birthdays, holidays, and special occasions. Kieran won’t have to change his routine. Nobody has to lose the life they already have.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“You’re arranging our marriage as though you’re organizing employee shifts.”
“We don’t need to tear this family apart.”
“Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? You cannot seriously expect me to accept an arrangement like this.”
His expression hardened.
“You’re upset because it’s new. Once you’ve had some time, you’ll understand.”
Then he pushed back his chair and headed toward our bedroom.
I followed him down the hallway.
He opened our closet, pulled out a travel bag, and began folding several shirts into it.
