Margaret Whitmore
Later that week I checked my accounts as usual.
The routine transfers were still canceled.
The business repayment plan remained in place.
My roof was repaired, my bills were manageable, and Ruth and I were planning another small trip.
There was nothing triumphant about these facts, no sudden fortune or dramatic punishment.
They were simply evidence that I had begun taking care of the life Thomas and I built, instead of spending it all to keep somebody else comfortable.
Daniel and I still disagreed sometimes.