You won’t get anything from me.”

Eighteen years of marriage had been reduced to a few sentences.

Gwen had stopped working a regular job when Toby was born.

Before that, she had managed a small medical administrative clinic and had been exceptionally good at it.

Then came the children.

Household schedules.

Doctor appointments.

Douglas’s business dinners.

Corporate events.

School enrollment.

Birthday parties.

Client dinners at their home.

Trips Gwen organized and rarely enjoyed because she spent most of them making sure everyone else was comfortable.

A whole life slowly became organized around Douglas’s growing career.