My Husband Texted “Stay Upstairs” Before Our Son’s Birthday—Then an Officer at the Door and a Blue Folder Changed What He Thought He Knew
Her fingers tightened around the dishcloth.
“Yes.”
“Because I didn’t dress the way you expected?”
“Partly.”
“Because my work wasn’t something you could easily explain?”
“I suppose so.”
“Because I might answer a question myself?”
She did not answer immediately.