Every Time My Daughter Came Home Unresponsive, My Husband Told Me Not to Worry. The Recording in Her Backpack Revealed Why.

“Your gambling.”

He looked down at the table.

“I owed people money.

A lot.

Delia offered a way out.”

All those months of tight budgets, of his sudden irritability, and the nights he’d said he was working late.

I had been so busy trying to be a good wife that I never asked where the money went.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”