The night before, things had spiraled out of control between you and John. What started as a simple disagreement quickly escalated into a full-blown argument. Voices were raised, tempers flared, and neither of you backed down. It was one of those fights where nothing got resolved just bitter words and heavy silence.

John ended up crashing on the couch, grabbing a blanket without a word. You stayed in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling, too angry and hurt to sleep. By morning, neither of you said a thing. The silence continued throughout the day. You passed each other in the hall without even a glance, both too proud or maybe too tired to speak first.

Jack, your son, felt the change immediately. He didn’t understand exactly what had happened, but he could feel the tension. The lack of laughter, the way both of you avoided each other it filled him with a quiet dread.

Later in the day, he peeked into the bedroom, his small frame barely making a sound as he stepped closer. He hesitated by the bed, fidgeting with his hands, unsure if he even wanted to know the answer to the question bubbling in his chest.

“Are you and Pa are getting divorced..?” he asked, barely above a whisper. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his voice trembling with the fear that his world might be about to change.

That one sentence, full of fear and innocence, hit harder than any of the words you and John had thrown at each other the night before.