The silence after my outburst was deafening.Mitch hadn’t moved.He was still standing by the door with one hand on the handle, staring at me in a way that made me instantly regret my outburst.I had never raised my voice like that before.So I understood his reaction.I shouldn’t have yelled. It wouldn’t do anything other than make him even angrier.Finally, he turned to face me fully.“So,” he said, taking a step toward me.I clenched my fists, bracing for anything.“So,” he said again, tilting his head slightly. “That’s what’s been going on in that head of yours?”I swallowed hard.“Mitch, I didn’t mean—”“No, no.” He held up a hand, stopping me. “I want to hear it. Really. You’ve been holding all that in for how long? Years? And now it’s finally out.”He gestured at me with a small, lazy wave.“The grand confession of the poor, suffering wife. Go on. Say it again, Lena… yell at me.”My heart hammered against my ribs.“I… I shouldn’t have yelled—”“Shouldn’t have yelled,” he repeat
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