Catherine’s face crumbled.
Rachel sat silently. Then she stood and walked over to my dad.
“Daniel, I don’t want the house or the company. If you want her to stay, I’ll go.”
Dad shook his head. “No. Rachel, you are my wife. You’re the woman who stayed. The one who helped rebuild this life. No one replaces you.”
Catherine’s lips parted, but no words came. She grabbed her suitcase, now wet again from the storm outside, and left. No apology. No hug. She didn’t even look at me.
Just like before.
