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
“Noah’s birthday is.”
He rubbed his forehead.
I knew he was tired too.
I knew the company had endured difficult years, even after the original financing.
I could feel sympathy for that without agreeing to become one more object moved out of the way.
“Are you worried I’ll discuss the financing?”
“No.”
“Are you worried I’ll discuss my work?”