“He thought he could stop you. He didn’t. Watch your back.”
My stomach twisted as I stared at the screen. I didn’t know if it was Kara, or someone from church, or Chris himself on some burner number. I just knew that chill in my spine.
I stood there for a long moment, holding Noah’s stroller handle. He was still giggling, kicking his feet, asking if we could get apple slices on the way home.
And I realized something.
He hadn’t broken me.
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He hadn’t stopped me.
I folded the phone closed, tossed it in my bag, and slung the ridiculous orange sweater over my arm.
We stepped outside into the sunshine.
I wasn’t afraid.
Not anymore.
Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done if you were in my place?
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