Even sitting there taking in my Grandma's words, with dread filling my every body part, I was able to be logical. The possibility of my Mum knowing about the complications of my marriage seemed unlikely. Max had even begged me not to tell my parents of the situation he had put us in... the betrayal he had bestowed upon me. The mess he had left me in. It was clear to see, he desperately wanted to stay in their good books. Why, was anybody's guess, but if it meant I was able to live in peace, so be it.
So, I do think the likelihood was, despite my fears, that even if my Mum were to reach out to him, he would act normal. Hopefully, going along with the story, I had provided my family that he was working over the holidays. Even so, I think a phone call or text may be beneficial.
There was
