I didn’t push.
“Have you thought about going?” I asked one night while we were doing dishes.
She kept her eyes on the sink. “No.”
“No because you don’t want to, or no because you think we can’t afford it?”
She dried one plate, set it down, then shrugged. “Both.”
I didn’t push.
A few days later, I found her staring at dresses online. She closed the tab so fast you would have thought she was hiding something shameful.
She hesitated, then turned the laptop toward me.
I said, “You know you do not have to pretend with me.”
She looked embarrassed. “I was just looking.”
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