Deaf to the Truth

Vivienne's POV.

Once the kids were off to school, silence blanketed the house. My chest felt heavy as I paced the living room, my mind racing with everything that had happened. Don was still here. He hadn’t stormed out yet, and that gave me hope, no matter how small it was. I needed to talk to him, to explain, to make him see the truth.

I found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with