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Chapter 22 - CALEB AND MEWe separated for three months.

Not divorced.

Not reconciled either.

Caleb lived in a small apartment.

He came for dinner twice a week.

Maya saw him normally.

His failure was secrecy, not violence toward her.

He started therapy.

So did I.

Our therapist asked:

“What would Rachel have done if you told her Trent called?”

Caleb said:

“Asked questions.”

“What were you afraid she’d do?”

“Think my family was dangerous.”

I said:

“I do think parts of your family are dangerous.”

He flinched.

Then nodded.

May you like

“Yes.”

Progress begins when people stop demanding reassuring answers.

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