My Husband Planned a Cancun Trip With His Mom and Sister — On My Money — and Sent Me to Dig Potatoes. Then His Cards Stopped Working
He would not meet my eyes.
He stared down at his napkin as though it held the answer.
“Well,” he said.
“I really do need to unplug, Clara.”
Chapter 5 — The Emergency Card
That night, after Jason had fallen asleep beside me with the easy conscience of a man who has gotten his way, I lay awake for a while, and then I got up and opened the drawer of my nightstand.