David bailed on daycare pickup three times last month. My mother-in-law (MIL), Eleanor’s Christmas comment about how Abbie « thankfully » had my husband’s eyes. The bank alert last spring to a transfer I didn’t recognize, and David’s easy shrug.
« Just helping Mom with something, babe. »
I always let such things go. Family peacekeeper, party of one.
Memories started nudging at me.
I dialed my husband for the fourth time that morning.
« Hey, » David answered. He sounded as if I’d caught him in the middle of something.
« They’re releasing me at 10 a.m. Are you picking me up, or should I ask Olivia? »
Olivia was my older sister.
« Uh, Mom’s here helping with Abbie. I can come, » my husband replied.
I’d caught him in the middle of something.
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