177 GRACE

Luke watched his wife leave their shared bedroom for the second time in their marriage. He wanted to go after her, but he wasn't going to, especially since all his attempts at explaining had made everything worse. All his words had come out all wrong. He sat, plopped down on the bed, and lowered his head into his hands. "What have I done?" He'd had opportunities to come clean, but he had not, and look where it had brought them. He made a mental note to never keep anything from her again, no matter how small or big it was, if they ever got through this one. Luke didn't know how long he sat like that, listening to his pounding heart, but when he grabbed his phone off the bedstand and checked the time, it was eleven p.m. She would be asleep by now. He got up, briefly noticing that he still had his work clothes on. A shower and a change of clothes had been the last things on his mind with all the ruckus. He pulled up Madison's number and pressed the call button. She picked up the first