He nods to himself. “I am, too.” He scratches his head. “I’m also sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said to you.”
We sit in silence, neither of us knowing what to say to the other.
“Our first fight,” I whisper. “Over the kids.”
He frowns and smiles at the same time. “I hate that you said you’d choose her over me.”
“Julian, I wouldn’t choose anyone over you. But I have to do what I feel is right.” I take his hand over the counter. “I’m genuinely concerned for her. If something were to happen, I would never forgive myself.”
His eyes search mine. “Do you really think she’s in danger of becoming depressed?”
“Yes, I think she already is, a little bit.”
He drops his chin to his chest.
“We can help her, but...” I pause as I watch him. “The path that you choose for her may not be the pat
