I pointed toward the folder.
“You’ve been working every night. You’ve missed our anniversary. You’ve missed her birthday. You barely come home.”
“I know.”
“And you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“I thought you were already exhausted.”
“I’m her mother!”
My voice echoed through the room.
Emily stirred.
I immediately lowered my voice.
Ben whispered.
“Please don’t wake her.”
I stared at him.
“You should have woken me up months ago.”
He looked down.
“I was scared.”
“Of what?”
“That you’d blame yourself.”
I couldn’t answer.
Because that was exactly what I was beginning to do.
