“I need to know what you told Peter.”
I stared at her.
“He actually said that?”
She nodded. “More than once.”
“You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I weren’t. And it’s one of the reasons I quit working for him.”
***
I sat in my car for a long time after that.
Not crying or angry, just clear for the first time in a long time.
I’d thought I was reacting to something that happened suddenly.
But it had been building.
And I’d missed it.
“He actually said that?”
That afternoon, I picked up the kids myself.
I spoke to Jonathan’s teacher and asked questions I should’ve asked long ago.
I checked Lila’s schedule and confirmed things directly.
It felt strange at first, as if I were stepping into a role I should’ve never stepped out of.
But with each conversation, something settled.
I wasn’t guessing anymore.
I was showing up.
It felt strange at first.
Over the next few weeks, I kept going.
I organized every document I could find, made calls, and followed up on things Sean used to handle.
Every step was small, but they added up.
Peter noticed, but didn’t say much.
Sean noticed too and started calling more.
“That’s not necessary, Cat,” he said once. “You’re overthinking things. You’ve been spending too much time with my dad. He’s filling your head with nonsense.”
I didn’t argue or defend my actions.
I didn’t need to.
I kept going.
The biggest shift occurred a week later.
Sean showed up to pick up the kids and mentioned an extended visit.
“Thought I’d take them for a bit longer this time,” he said casually. “A couple of weeks.”
“That’s not what we agreed on.”
“They’re excited. It’ll be fine. They’ll enjoy it.”
I shook my head. “What about school?”
“They can miss a little.”
“Where will they be staying?”
He frowned. “With me.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Who else will be there?”
“Cat—”
“And why are you telling them before talking to me?” I added.
That stopped him.
For the first time, Sean didn’t have an easy answer.
He looked at me differently then.
As if he didn’t recognize who he was talking to.
“Forget it,” he said after a moment. “We’ll stick to the usual schedule.”
He backed off.
Just like that.
That stopped him.
That night, Peter sat across from me at the kitchen table.
“You’re doing it. Standing your ground.”
I sighed. “I should’ve done it sooner.”
“You’re doing it now. That’s what matters.”
He paused, then added something I didn’t expect.
“When you’re ready, you don’t have to stay married to me. I won’t fight it. That was never the point.”
“What? Then what was?”
He met my eyes.
“Making sure you got here.”
“I should’ve done it sooner.”
Later that evening, I stood in the backyard while Jonathan and Lila played.
They were laughing, running in circles as if nothing had ever changed.
I watched them for a long time.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel as if I were holding on by a thread.
I was steady, present, and in it.
And I realized Peter hadn’t saved me.
