But it was something. It was everything.
Arguments followed—small, then sharp. He thought she was restless. She thought he’d stopped seeing her.
The words hung in the air like smoke.
By autumn, Rose made a decision that stunned them both. She wanted a divorce.
Charles didn’t fight. He didn’t plead or rage. He simply nodded. “If that’s what will make you happy, Rose, I’ll let you go.”
She mistook his gentleness for indifference.
