He stayed there until his breathing slowed. When he returned to the table, he did not sit immediately. “Did he ever sleep there overnight?” “Sometimes.”
“How many?” “I don't know.” “That means enough times that counting stopped.”
Emily began crying again. “Yes.” Nathan sat. “Did he live here after Noah was born?”
“No. He stayed next door. But he was here every day.” “Did people in the neighborhood know?”
“Some knew we were together. Most thought we were separated.” Nathan stared at her. “You told people I left you?”
“I told people the marriage was complicated and we were living separate lives.” “But you told me you loved me every week.” “I did love you.”
Nathan shook his head. “Do not use love like it is a defense.” Emily lowered her eyes. He continued.
“Did Marcus pay for Noah?” “Yes. Medical bills, diapers, childcare.
We have a separate account.” “Did any money from our joint account go toward him?” “Some household things.
Food. Utilities. I didn't separate every dollar.” “So yes.”
“Yes.” “Did you ever consider divorce?” “Every day after I found out I was pregnant.”
“Why didn't you file?” Emily's answer took time. “Because part of me still believed our marriage might survive.