Mafalda was not in the mood to deal with Tobias. Not even a little. Through journals was one thing, she could contain herself and abuse him through words, but in person was completely different. It wouldn't be her fault if she just happened to throw a piece of furniture in his direction. Not her fault at all.
She had suspected an affair, but desperately tried to reassure herself. When they were together after she got out of the hospital, her suspicions were hushed, however they were raised shortly after by shady behaviour. Hearing his voice, Mal decided to start packing faster. Caleigh was asleep, but she would wake her when it was time to leave. She zipped up her suitcase quickly, deciding she'd come back for more when she new Tobias wouldn't be there.
Heaving it off the bed, she hauled it down the stairs, only to see him standing there calling for her. "I'm leaving," she hissed, tears welling up in her red rimmed eyes. Her cheeks were stained and her eyes swollen from all the crying she had done. As much as she didn't want to do this, she felt it was necessary. Especially if it meant keeping the children safe. What kind of life would either child have if they were in a home where the mother loved her husband and her husband loved another man? It just wasn't a good environment.
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