Our children leaned forward, curiosity mixed with concern etched on their faces.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the anticipation of his words almost unbearable.
“Your mother and I…” he started, pausing to gather his thoughts.
The words hung, unfinished, as he struggled to continue.
I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the conflict bubbling beneath the surface.
He took a deep breath and continued.
“We’ve decided to separate.”
The impact of his words hit like a wave, crashing through the room.
Our daughter’s eyes widened in disbelief, while our son sat back, processing the revelation.
“Why?” she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
