Chapter 6 - Packing Bags And Leaving The Suburban Family Home Forever
“Handling it yourself nearly cost our daughter her life, Ethan,” I said, walking past him toward the stairs.
“Where are you going?” he asked, stepping forward with a look of sheer panic on his face.
“I am taking Maisie and staying at my sister’s place in Connecticut until I can think clearly,” I replied firmly.
“Chloe, please, don’t do this; let me stay in the guest house, let me fix this—” he pleaded, following me up the steps.
“You can’t fix a foundation built on cowardice and hidden secrets, Ethan,” I said, pulling two large suitcases from the hall closet.
I packed Maisie’s clothes with swift, mechanical precision, refusing to let my tears fall in front of him.
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By noon, the trunk of my sedan was loaded, and Maisage sat quietly in her car seat holding her favorite stuffed rabbit.
Ethan stood on the driveway, his hands resting helplessly on the roof of the car as I backed out of the garage.
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