Why She Stayed the Night
Around 11 PM, the movie ended.
Rain hammered against the windows outside.
Diane looked toward the storm uneasily.
“It’s coming down hard,” I said.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
There was another long silence.
Then she finally spoke.
“I probably shouldn’t drive back tonight.”
I knew exactly what that meant.
Part of me wanted to refuse immediately. Inviting your ex-wife to spend the night after months of carefully maintained distance felt reckless.
But another part of me — the lonely part — remembered what it felt like not to sleep alone.
And Cooper would have loved waking up to both of us in the same house again.
So I made the decision that would alter everything.
“You can take the guest room,” I told her.
The relief on her face appeared almost instantly.
