Chapter 14 - Face To Face At The Gate
Late that afternoon, Caden trudged back across the street, looking defeated and broken as he approached our security gates.
I walked down the cobblestone path alone, stopping just behind the bronze bars to look down at my estranged husband.
“Taylor... please, can we talk inside? It’s roasting hot in that house and Mom is having a panic attack,” Caden begged pathetically.
“You had zero problem watching my mother cook with a child strapped to her back in a sixteen-degree oven, Caden,” I reminded him.
“I didn't know she was sick! Bonnie told me country people are used to hard labor!” he argued defensively.
“That is the exact problem—you never bothered to see my family as human beings worthy of basic respect,” I stated coldly.
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“I’ll go to couples counseling! I’ll apologize to your mother on my knees!” he cried, pressing his face against the metal bars.
“The only place you’re going tomorrow morning is a divorce court attorney’s office,” I answered with absolute finality.
