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now I have to see not only Rachel, but Megan, too. I have to think about
everything she touched. It’s too much. I said I didn’t care whether we got
a good price for the house or not.
“You will care when we’re forced to live in a much worse place, when
we can’t make our mortgage payments,” he said, perfectly reasonably. I
asked whether he couldn’t ask his parents to help out—they have plenty
of money—but he said he wouldn’t ask them, that he’d never ask them
for anything again, and he got angry then, said he didn’t want to talk
about it anymore. It’s because of how his parents treated him when he
left Rachel for me. I shouldn’t even have mentioned them, it always
pisses him off.
But I can’t help it. I feel desperate, because now every time I close my
eyes I see her, sitting there at the kitchen table with Evie on her lap.
She’d be playing with her and smiling and chattering, but it never
seemed real, it never seemed as if she really wanted to be there. She
always seemed so happy to be handing Evie back to me when it was time
for her to go. It was almost as though she didn’t like the feel of a child in
her arms.