“I don’t deserve you staying,” he said.
“You don’t,” I answered. “But you told the truth when it finally cost you. That matters.”
His eyes filled.
“I’m staying tonight,” I said. “Tomorrow isn’t promised, Russell. But you deserve to live without the weight of a secret. You deserve joy too.”
I opened the window myself.
Dust lifted into the light.
I had married a man with a locked room.
But I stayed only after every door in that house was open.
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