“How?”
He went silent.
I felt something inside me tighten.
“How did you handle the bills?”
“Can we take Sophie to school first?”
“No.”
“Laura—”
“How?”
He looked toward the house.
Then back at me.
“I used savings.”
“Our emergency account?”
“Some.”
“Some?”
He did not answer.
I walked inside.
“Laura.”
I ignored him.
Sophie was standing beside the toaster with her backpack on.
“Mom, I found the purple one.”
“Great.”
She smiled.
Then she saw my face.
“Are you mad?”
“Not at you.”
Ben came in behind me.
I grabbed my laptop from the counter.
“Can we not do this in front of her?”
I looked at him.
That was the first thing he had said that morning that I agreed with.
I got Sophie into the car.
Ben drove her to school because I no longer trusted myself behind the wheel.
At 7:42, he came back.
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