Ben's response was something that had been bubbling in the back of his mind for a long time, since before they'd even married, but without the vitriol he felt from the last sixty seconds he never would have said it out loud. Between her mention of children and this question of leaving us, though, Ben felt suddenly caged. She was trapping him, guilting him, and this wasn't fair because she didn't mean it. She didn't want this.

"As if you wouldn't have been happier that way," he spat, wrenching his shoulder forward so that he could start wrapping the bandages back on.