I took a sip of tea.
« What kind of mistake? »
« The card isn’t working. »
I looked out toward the darkening sky.
« Which card? »
A pause.
Too long.
« The emergency account. »
Of course.
The account attached to my name.
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I was still recovering from an incredibly long and exhausting delivery when my husband finally entered the hospital room and leaned over our newborn daughter.
I was still recovering from an incredibly long and exhausting delivery when my husband finally entered the hospital room and leaned over our newborn…
