FUNNY HOW SOME men shut down when it’s time to step up. “Greg, do you have the insurance papers?” Suzanne stuck her head in the living room. “Greg? Greg, are you listening?”
He stood frozen in front of the picture window.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She ran upstairs to the study and shoved the papers into her purse. She was fairly sure that their homeowner’s insurance didn’t cover volcano eruptions, but at least they’d have their policy information. A moment later, she was bouncing back down the stairs. “Greg. The car’s packed. We need to go. Now.”
“Everything. It’s… everything,” he muttered. “It’s all falling away.”
She sighed and stroked his back. “Yes, it is. We’ll cry later. Now we’ve got to go.”
“I can’t. How can you be so… cold?” He choked on a sob. “Everything’s gone… and you don’t care.”
The thought wrapped around her mind like a vice. Everything she did to keep the family together, the affairs, the sacrifice, the forgiveness, and now, all he does is stand and stare, unable to commit to even saving himself.
No. She laid her face against his back. “Greg. Let’s go.”
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