Thousands of letters? The confusion on her face was genuine. She hadn't seen even one of them. Eventually, she had just thought that he really had snapped and no longer cared. Maybe she thought that because it was convenient. Because anything else would imply something far worse about herself and the people around her, though now, there was no escaping it.
His confirmation made her eyes well up. "Oh God," she whispered, covering her mouth. "Oh God..." Immediately, she began to think. Her mind was flitting between panic and planning. She needed a divorce attorney. Somewhere to stay. Money. She could take extra shifts. She would have to tell her family. Running a hand over her face, she pulled away from him and slid towards the opposite end of the couch.
"We..." She wheezed, holding a hand to her heart. "We need to talk...but I can't..." Her lips began to move without words, and she let out a small, frustrated cry before slapping a hand over her mouth. "Not now...I can't..."