Emmy was held between us, small and warm, clinging to both of us.
“I am proud of you,” I whispered into Sally’s hair.
That was when she finally broke.
Not gently.
Not gracefully.
She cried like someone who had spent years holding a door shut with her entire body and had finally allowed it to open.
Dennis joined us, placing one arm around my shoulders and the other around Sally.
His voice was thick when he spoke.
“You and Emmy will stay here tonight. Longer if you need.”
Sally nodded against my shoulder.
Greg raised his head. “Can I say goodbye to her?”
Sally looked at Emmy. “Do you want to say good night to Daddy?”
Greg remained on his knees.
He did not try to hug her.
He only looked at her with a grief that I hoped would truly change him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “Daddy was wrong. The way I talked to Mommy was wrong. You never deserve to be treated that way, and neither does she.”
Emmy’s chin shook. “You made Mommy cry.”
“I know,” he whispered. “And I am sorry.”
She moved backward into Sally’s arms.
Dennis escorted Greg to the front door.
No one shouted.
No one needed to.
The loudest sound in the house was the soft click of the door closing behind him.
Later, after Emmy fell asleep in the guest room with cake crumbs still on her pajama shirt, Sally and I sat together at the kitchen table.
The chocolate fudge cake remained there, untouched except for Emmy’s few bites.
I cut another piece and placed it before my daughter.
Then she lifted her fork.
“Mom,” she whispered, “I’m scared.”
I reached across the table and covered her hand with mine. “I know.”
“What if I fall apart?”
“Then we will help you put the pieces somewhere safer.”
A tear moved down her cheek, but this time, she smiled through it.
She took a bite of cake, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled.
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