( Esther's Point of View)
The room was so tense that it was hard to breathe. Matthew's eyes were glued to his phone, and his fingers were still shaking from the message he had just gotten. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen him so unsure. The man who always seemed to be in charge of everything was now in over his head, and I was right there with him.
"I didn't mean for it to happen this way," he said, his voice strained, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince me. He put the phone down on the coffee table and ran his hands through his hair in anger.
"Matthew, you didn't want it to happen?" I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be, but I was getting more and more angry and hurt. "You're hiding things from me for weeks—months." And no
