So no, this is not about four days of fishing.

It is about what those four days revealed.” Julian pulled out a kitchen stool and sank onto it, and put his head in his hands.

“I was stressed, Evelyn,” he said, muffled.

“You don’t know what it’s like, carrying the financial pressure for four people.” And at that, at you don’t know what it’s like, something in me went very quiet and very cold, because he had just, unwittingly, walked onto the one piece of ground where I would give him nothing at all.

Chapter 15 — Do Not Talk to Me About Pressure