“We’ll figure out the mortgage the way we always do,” I said, my thumb scraping frantically at my thumbnail in my lap.

“It’s only a temporary rough patch.”

“It isn’t temporary, Hazel,” Adam said, raising his voice just enough to cut me off.

“The new mortgage rate tacked on four hundred dollars a month.

My salary in logistics is frozen until the end of the year.”

“We could sell the SUV,” I said quietly.

Adam’s jaw clenched right away.

His fingers started drumming hard on the side of his coffee mug.