I met his eyes.
« Because that’s exactly what your wife invited me here to be. »
His brow furrowed. « I don’t understand. »
« You will, » I said quietly. « Just give me a minute. »
Melissa rushed toward the sign, forcing out a brittle laugh.
I stepped forward.
« It isn’t a joke, sweetheart. Let me show you what my week looked like. »
I handed him the invoice Melissa had placed beside my coffee.
His face fell as he read it.
« Money’s been tight, » Melissa said quickly. « I told you I was handling it. »
Jason looked at her, something breaking behind his eyes.
« I asked you to cut back months ago. »
But I wasn’t done yet.
I reached into my cardigan and drew out my own itemized bill.
Childcare.
Cooking.
Housekeeping.
Laundry.
Shopping.
Seven days of full-time work.
Total due, six thousand eight hundred forty-five dollars.
I met Melissa’s eyes and kept my voice steady.
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