My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account
The fight drained out of me.
The secret post office box, the quiet phone calls to Claire.
None of it fit the man across from me planning a weekend getaway.
He had paid the clinic.
He had found a new doctor.
“A weekend at the lake sounds lovely,” I said.
Richard smiled at me.
“I’ll book it tomorrow.”