Not yet.
But I knew one thing.
My mother-in-law hadn’t suddenly decided to shave my head because she disliked my career.
There was something else happening.
Something they had been hiding from me.
And whatever it was…
my job was standing directly between them and disaster.
At 3:06 a.m., I closed the laptop.
I leaned back in the chair.
For the first time since I woke up, I wasn’t crying.
I was thinking.
Tomorrow morning, Margaret expected me to walk into my office and resign.
She expected me to come downstairs at five.
She expected breakfast.
She expected obedience.
Nathan expected his wife to apologize for being ambitious.
They expected the same woman they had controlled for years.