I saw you look at me pleadingly with those big blue eyes of yours, and I almost turned around and ran back into your arms. But then I remembered her, and I felt my heart harden and I felt my eyes go cold. I turned my head and gave him a look of pity, of anger, and of resignation. I was finished. So with a blink of my eyes and a mental photograph of the expression on your face before I turned back around, I took the long strides out of the bedroom, duffel in hand, and didn’t look back.