BLUE:
I gently brush Alex's hair as he sleeps peacefully, tucked under the blanket as his little chest rises and falls softly. I carefully leave the bed and glance towards the couch. Kate is sitting on the couch with a book on her lap but I have noticed, it barely interests her.
I cross the room. She looks up and I can see the hurt still lingering in her expression.
“Thank you for taking care of Alex,” I say softly. “And for not leaving him with Ariel.”
Her brows knit, voice clipped. “What are you doing, Blue?”
I blink, thrown by the question.
“You heard me.” Her eyes flick to Alex, then back to me. “You have a son who loves you. Who can’t be happy without you. And you’re choosing happiness with someone else?”
“I’m doing what I have to.”
She exhales slowly, closing the book and se
