When Galactic Man walked into his home, he was surprised to find his wife sitting in the entry hallway, on a dining room chair.
“Hannah, I’m glad you’re alright.” It was all Galactic Man could think to say. Like, of course she was alright. She was his fucking wife, and people knew better than to actually hurt her.
But still, why was she just sitting there? Galactic Man thought it best not to say anything meaningful until he got the answer to that question.
“I can’t live like this,” she said, her eyes red and puffed. “We can’t live like this. You know that, right?”
He let out a sigh but paired it with a smile. Walked over to her and couched her cheeks in his hands. He used his thumbs to wipe away her nearly-dried tears.
“He was a nutjob, but he’s gone now.”
“There are a lot of nutjobs out there,” she said, “and they’re all ending up at our door.”
He imagined all the villains it would’ve upset him to see in front of his door: the smarmy ones, the sinister and the smart.
But the smart baddies knew not to try knocking on his door. If a supervillain wanted to accomplish anything, the last thing they would do is attract Galactic Man’s attention.
“The new security system took care of it. Bailey’s safer, right?” he asked.
“Didn’t make it to school today.”
“She’ll catch up. She’s smart.”
“She shouldn’t have to.”
Galactic Man took his hands off his wife and backed away a few steps. “What do you want me to do?”
“We can’t keep doing this.” Hannah wrung her hands.
“What do you want me to do?” Galactic Man said. “I can’t change myself. Can’t get rid of my powers.”
“I don’t know what we do, but I know we need a change. Bailey and I are headed to a hotel for a couple weeks.”
Galactic Man felt his chest sink. He fell to his knees, buried his head in his arms. “No. No. We’ve got a good thing, Hannah. Our kids are so beautiful and smart. We provided for them. We did this together.”
“I’m not leaving forever.” the coldness in her voice had melted a bit, now that she’d gotten the hard news out of the way.
“Where are your bags?”
“Upstairs,” she said. “This isn’t a divorce. I’m not rushing out of the house. Bailey and I just need some time to get the future together. And luckily it’s the just our address that got leaked, not our faces.”
“We should’ve made this decision together.”
“You would’ve said no.”
“Am I not… We built such a good thing. Our family is so…” He lifted his head up to look at her. “Am I not good enough for you?”
She walked over and kissed him on the forehead. “Maybe you’re too good.”
Minutes passed, and he didn’t raise his head off the floor. He merely heard her walk up the stairs, then walk back down them a couple times, this time with Bailey.
“Be strong, Dad,” Bailey said. She kissed him on the neck and walked out the door.