My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House

“I’ll email my director in the morning,” I said.

“I can probably get two extra shifts a month.”

“Get four,” Daniel said.

“We really need the cushion.”

“I’ll ask for four.”

Daniel smiled, squeezed my fingers, and took his glass of water upstairs.

I stayed at the island and listened to his footsteps on the hardwood above me.

I opened my laptop and typed a search for family law attorneys in Denver.