My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account
In the section for primary emergency contact, he had written his own name and the address of his contracting business.
I scanned the second line for my name.
The space set aside for a second parent was completely empty.
“Could you print me a copy of this page?” I asked.
“You’re the mother?” the clerk asked.
“I am.”
She looked at my license once more, then at the yellow card.
“Your name isn’t on the contact list anywhere,” she said.