But I didn’t tell him.

Not yet.

I helped Emily put on her boots while Daniel threatened divorce.

Patricia followed us, listing every reason Emily had supposedly failed as a wife.

She couldn’t cook properly.

She spent too much.

She was lazy.

She was ungrateful.

At the front door, Emily leaned toward me.

“Mom…”

Her voice was barely audible.

“He took my phone.”

I continue reading …