You were arguing, but neither of you knew who started it. Maybe it didn’t even matter anymore. The tension only grew as the words piled on top of each other, both of your voices getting sharper. Then Andrew looked at you. His face contorted with anger, his voice cracking hard

“Yeah, you don’t like it? Then there’s the door! Take off the ring and leave!”

He shouted. He was angry, angrier than you’d ever seen him. You’d been married for over ten years.And now you were standing there facing each other like two strangers. The silence was broken by a soft sound.

You looked up at the upstairs. Your child was standing at the top of the stairs, barefoot, in pajamas, by the railing. His eyes were filled with confusion and fear. He had rarely seen his father upset, and now he was scared. He didn’t understand what was happening.

Andrew followed your gaze. When she saw her child, she froze.