That evening, Nolan came to the Maple Ridge house.
Standing on the porch, he looked smaller than he ever had during our marriage. Rain dampened his hair, and exhaustion sat heavily across his face — the exhaustion of a man realizing his “new beginning” came with consequences.
“I didn’t know it was that much,” he admitted.
I stayed in the doorway.
“You knew enough,” I replied.
He nodded slowly.
For once, he didn’t argue.
“Alina left,” he said with a humorless laugh. “She said she didn’t sign up for family drama.”
“You introduced her at a banquet celebrating your divorce.”
“Mom organized it.”