My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

I didn’t look at him.

“Not now,” I said.

Richard sat back in his chair.

He sipped his coffee and rested his forearms on his knees, staring at the muted TV on the wall.

I folded my hands in my lap and watched the clock on the wall.

The second hand swept past the twelve.

I settled in to wait.

Dr.