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"I'll pick up the kids," he said, always Mr. Fix-It. "Take them over to Nick's for dinner and then drop them off when we're done."
How seamlessly we transitioned into separate lives. A de facto divorced couple. Did he realize it? Did he see how easily we could lose everything? How an open marriage would become a break and ultimately a divorce?
Did he care? Was this step one in a plan to ultimately leave me? "Fine."
"Fine." He didn't say goodbye.
My phone switched back to the lock screen, a picture of Levi and Charlotte smiling with chocolate ice cream on their faces, holding the cones up like souvenirs. I couldn't have it both ways. I had to agree. For them.