He said nothing, not through supper, nor while they shared the task of putting the children to bed. But now as they sat at the table drinking coffee, separated by inches but miles apart, he had to know her plans. “Looks like you had a good day.” “Why would you say that?” “You’re different. There’s a glow about you.” She’d never looked more beautiful. “It’s becoming.” He took her hand. “What happened today?” Her eyes lost their sparkle, becoming guarded, even wary. As a gambler, he’d mastered the nuances of expression. She locked her gaze with his. In that moment, Ted knew that he wouldn’t like whatever she had to say. He squared his shoulders. “Tell me.” “I’ve found something of my own, something that will make me happy.” “You’re unhappy here.” It was a statement, not a question. She removed her hand from his grip. “Not unhappy exactly. Just not happy. It’s not your fault, Ted. Or the children’s.” “Then what is it?” Biting her lip, she looked away, a furrow between her delicate brows.
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