Chapter 7 - The Exodus
Eleanor stood up, her hands shaking so violently she dropped her napkin. Without a single word, she walked to the coat closet, retrieved her trench coat, and walked out the front door, leaving Dominic stammering in her wake. Mark looked at the remnants of the family he had married into, disgusted to his core. He took off his wedding band, set it gently atop the damning photographs, and looked at me. "I'm sorry you were trapped in this too, Natalie." He turned his back on his sobbing wife and walked out into the night.
