“I’m not ready to decide what any of this means,” I said.
“I’m not asking you to.”
“And I’m still filing for divorce.”
“I understand.”
“Do you?”
He met my eyes.
“Yes.”
For a few seconds, the old closeness between us seemed to hover at the edge of the table, a familiar presence that neither of us could safely invite nearer.
Then Alexander said, “I’d like to be involved in the baby’s care, if you’ll allow it.”
I felt my shoulders stiffen.
“I haven’t decided what I’m comfortable with.”
“That’s fair.”
“If there are appointments you want to know about, I can have Daniel send the information.”
“I’d like that.”
“And if we meet, it will be supervised for now.”
“I understand.”
He said it without protest, and I found that harder to dismiss than anger.
I stood, because I could feel my resolve thinning beneath the weight of the conversation.
