She finds another woman's things on her dresser.
Her husband put them there.
He watches her discover it and says: “If this is too much for you, then go.”
So she goes.
For weeks, Eamon contradicted Eira in front of his brothers.
Stopped coming to their bed.
Walked past her like she was furniture in a home she built with him.
Then gave her bedroom to the woman destroying them both.
Eira packed in fifteen minutes with shaking hands.
Cried on the bathroom floor with both hands over her mouth.
Then walked out with her head up.
What Eamon never knew was that Eira had already solved the problem tearing his club apart.
She had the answer in her jacket the entire time he was pushing her out the door.
Men bled on a road she could have re-routed.
And the woman he chose over her?
She was never on his side.
