In the barn, Clark dropped onto a bale of hay, and his head sagged into his hands.
Lois had said she wanted to leave him.
She was sleeping peacefully now. His hearing was tuned to the steady breaths coming from his parents' room.
They had come so far together. Made such progress.
Until Moyne had come and tainted their lives.
So many times, Clark had imagined the moment of utter despair when Lois would tell him she wanted to leave him. He'd dreaded it. He'd expected it.
Yet when it had happened, he hadn't been able to accept it.
His reaction had been fuelled by pure desperation. He'd astounded himself. Replaying their conversation now, Clark couldn't believe that he'd sounded so staunch, so resolute, so calm.
Inside, he'd been nothing of the sort. He'd been petrified.
Thanks!
Corrina.
