The silence in the office was profound. It was broken only by my hiccupping breaths.
Leo moved slowly, as if in a dream. He didn't come to me. He walked around his desk. He sank to the floor, his back against the gray filing cabinet.
It was as if his legs could no longer hold him. He put his head in his hands.
When he spoke, his voice was muffled. It was thick with tears I had never seen him shed.
"You think you weren't enough?” He let out a wet, broken sound. "Maya. I was the one who wasn't enough."
I stared at him, confused. The script was flipping. He lifted his head. His face was ravaged.
"After the kids... you were a force of nature. You were everything to them. You had no space. No energy left for me. I felt like an accessory. A utility—the paycheck, the heavy lifter." His wor
