His jaw tightened.
“We’ve barely had time together.”
“Because I thought you’d reject it before hearing me out.”
There it was.
He’d decided what I would think before I ever got to think it.
“So you didn’t want my opinion,” I said. “You wanted me to approve the plan once there was nothing left to discuss.”
“Chelsea, I’m trying to save us.”
“No. You’re trying to solve us by doing everything yourself. As usual.”
“So you didn’t want my opinion.”
I picked up the lunch bag.
“I’m not moving. And I’m not messing up Olive’s school year.”
His head snapped up.
“What?”
“I’m not saying never. I’m saying you made this decision alone, so right now I’m making my own.”
Then I walked out before he could make another one for me.
“I’m not moving.”
I made it to my car before the tears came.
Five minutes later, Arnold tapped
