Aaron actually left this time. It's been half an hour since he drove away, 30 whole minutes that I've been waiting by my phone, willing it to ring because he came up with a new reason to stay. No luck.
The worst part is that Declan has no idea. He's just napping away, probably thinks his dad is at the gym like usual, coming home in an hour or so. I wonder if, when we go all day without Daddy, he'll be sad. Or worried.
I know we'll both adjust, but it's going to be a rough few weeks.