“It’s freezing out here,” he said. “What are you doing?”
I looked at him.
Really looked at him.
The man I had married fifteen years ago. The man whose first business loan I had co-signed. The man whose company I had quietly rescued twice with my own savings when cash flow dried up. The man who now thought I was too blind, too comfortable, or too loyal to notice eighteen thousand dollars disappearing from our account.
“Just getting some air,” I said.
He nodded.
“Good. I need to tell you something tomorrow.”
The irony almost made me laugh.
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