closet.
I stood beside a stack of clean towels I’d just put away. I could refold them; that was hardly a hardship. I wanted to be useful to my family, but I’d not agreed to surrender every choice about my day.
At dinner the next evening, I mentioned that I needed to go back to my condo on Tuesday for a dentist appointment. Claire looked up from her phone. “But Tuesdays are your days with the kids.”
“They’re days I volunteered,” I said, setting down the salad tongs.
Daniel sighed
