smiled.
Then stopped walking.
“I don’t want your father’s money.”
I stared.
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?”
“Partly.”
“I never thought you did.”
“I need you to know.”
“I do.”
He looked uncertain.
“And I don’t want you staying because leaving would make everyone think the marriage failed.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Or because Leo deserves married parents.”
I became quiet.
Rowan looked toward our street.
“He deserves parents who respect each other. Whatever address they live at.”
The words surprised me.
Months earlier, Rowan would have fought desperately to preserve
