"What is she talking about?"
"Sarah, go inside. I'll handle this."
"Handle me?" I laughed. It sounded unhinged even to my own ears. "Like you handled our marriage? Our life?"
"You don't understand. I had no choice."
"Everyone has a choice, James. Or should I call you Michael?"
Sarah was crying now. The little girl appeared behind her, rubbing her eyes.
"Mommy? Why is everyone yelling?"
He looked at his daughter. Then at me. His eyes were pleading.