That won’t happen.
But it could.
But there is no one else. It’s not like Daisy. It’s not like Soraya.
Sam pulled a fuse out of his pocket, popped one out of its space, and slipped the new one in. Then he shut the door decisively and turned to her. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?”
“No,” she said. “I mean ...”Bastard.He’d surprised her. “There’s nothing going on with me.”
“Why is your husband on a random extended trip to Chile?”
“Because it was a bucket-list thing.”
“When is he coming back?”
She sucked breath between her teeth, rocking back on her heels. “You got me there. I don’t know.”
“You guys having problems?”
“No. He’s having ... something. I don’t know if it’s a problem. I don’t know what it is. He’s having a moment. He’s looking for himself.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. That is rich-guy shit.”
“Excuseme?”
“I have work to do. I don’t sit around wondering if I misplaced myself.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re an electrician. You’re hardly scraping pennies together.”
“I’m not a dentist.”
“Well, fine. So he can afford to take some mental health time. That’s not a bad thing.”
He arched a brow. “You used to make fun of that stuff.”
Sometimes, having known Sam for so long was a burden. He was relentless in his knowledge of her. Who she was, who she’d been before, and who she wanted to be. He was just a lot sometimes, so no wonder she hadn’t told him about the separation.
“Okay, sure,” she said. “There was a time when I had never been to therapy. Now I have.”
“It seems to have really helped,” he said, deadpan. She couldn’t tell if he meant it or not.
“You should go sometime.”
“I’m good.”
“Are you?”
“Areyou? You’re the one who just told me your husband is off on some journey to find himself.”
“Yeah. He is. It doesn’t have anything to do with me. That’s called being in a mature relationship, Sam. Everything he does isn’t about me.”
“Yeah. Well. I’ve never been married, so forgive me ... but I kind of thought the point of marriage was that everything you do is about your spouse, actually.”
“No. I think that’s codependency.”
“Well. Neither of us would know anything about that.”
That made her smile. One of Sam’s ex-girlfriends had accused the two of them of being codependent. Which was funny, because neither of them had ever been able to afford to be codependent on anyone or anything. They were connected, sure. But that wasn’t the same.
