My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account
“Can we rent a boat too?”
“You bet,” he said.
“Pack a cooler, buy some bait.
Just the three of us.”
I ate a bite of potato.
I looked across the table at my husband.
He was smiling at our daughter, leaning back in his chair, totally at ease.
A heavy tiredness sank into my shoulders.