MY EX-WIFE CAME TO SEE OUR SON. SHE ENDED UP STAYING THE NIGHT. I LET HER SLEEP ON THE COUCH. AFTER MIDNIGHT, I HEARD SOMETHING I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HEAR.

The Night That Changed Everything

After the movie ended, I glanced over at Diane. She was looking down at Cooper, her expression soft and unguarded. For a moment, she looked like she used to — the woman I had married. The woman I had loved. But then, something shifted, and I saw a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just sadness, though. It was something else — something deeper. Something unresolved.

“I should go,” she said quietly, as if waking from a dream.

“It’s almost ten,” I said. “And it’s forty minutes back to Durham.”

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Diane,” I said, my tone firm, but not unkind. “The couch folds out. You know where the extra blankets are. It doesn’t make sense to drive forty minutes at ten o’clock when you have to be back here at nine tomorrow morning anyway.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching my face. Something passed across her expression — uncertainty, maybe regret. Then, she finally nodded. “Okay,” she said, her voice quiet.