That Friday morning, Ryan’s loud voice shook the house.Ryan: “Emma! Where are my clean clothes? And where’s breakfast?!”But when he walked into the kitchen, he froze.Instead of Emma running around like usual, she was sitting at the table, sipping tea. The kids were already dressed, small backpacks by the door. Her eyes were red, but her posture was steady.Emma (quietly): “Everything you need is in the closet. The kids and I are leaving for a few days.”
