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 had not asked me for the card.
He had taken it.
The distinction, small as it looked, was the whole of everything, and I lay back down beside him and did not sleep, and began, in the dark, to plan.
Chapter 6 — Four Sets of Four-Digit Numbers
The next afternoon I came home from the office earlier than usual, and I found my husband sitting at my desk, bent over a small notebook, copying something into it with great concentration.
He heard my footsteps and tried to snap the notebook shut, but he was not fast enough.