For years, I’d organized my life around my husband’s schedule.
His career.
His preferences.
His plans.
I had once wanted to start my own interior design business.
I’d studied design, helped friends decorate their homes, and dreamed of opening a small consultancy.
But Marcus’s career kept taking priority.
Siempre había una razón para esperar.
A move.
A promotion.
A financial obligation.
Eventually, I stopped talking about the business entirely.
Somewhere along the way, Eleanor had become a supporting character in Marcus’s life.
And now Marcus had removed himself from mine.
I didn’t know what remained.
That evening, Chloe called.
“Aunt Diane told me about the cruise.”
I sighed.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t decided.”
“Mom, please go.”
“No quiero que te preocupes”.
“I’m already worried. I can’t stand knowing you’re sitting alone every day blaming yourself.”
I closed my eyes.
