The Freedom Fund: A Wife’s Secret Savings, A Marriage’s Public Collapse

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Mike overheard and sighed dramatically. “Of course it is.”

He looked at me like I’d set the price.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said quickly.

The boys went upstairs.

Mike followed me into the kitchen and lowered his voice.

“Sarah,” he said, “we can’t keep doing this.”

I turned on the faucet, pretending to rinse a dish that didn’t need rinsing.

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