was thirty-one and unemployed.
Throughout the previous year, he’d moved between temporary jobs and lengthy periods of inactivity.
My parents had covered his rent twice, paid his car insurance, and rescued him from more financial emergencies than I could remember.
His lease was due to expire three days before my scheduled delivery.
Rather than asking Daniel and me whether we could accommodate him, my parents had apparently made that decision themselves.
I wanted to phone Mom immediately and scream at her.
But another contraction interrupted me.
Daniel squeezed my hand.
