your location back on.
Cancel lunch with your mother.
We discussed this.
Do not make me come home because you can’t manage the babies.
Individually, those messages had seemed easier to excuse.
Together, they revealed a pattern.
I photographed everything.
Then I discovered a household budget spreadsheet.
Mortgage.
Staff.
Vehicles.
Club memberships.
Dining.
Travel.
Lauren.
My life had become an expense category.
Beside my name was a monthly allowance.
Below it, Cole had written:
Reduce further.
I stared.
Six months earlier, I’d have made excuses.
Perhaps business was difficult.
Maybe
