When my husband left for a luxury-cruise three days after my doctor put me on bed rest with high-risk triplets, I told myself he was selfish, not dangerous. I had no idea the trip was only the beginning of what he had already taken from us.
The glossy cruise brochure sat on our kitchen counter for three days before I believed it was real.
Daniel kept picking it up and rereading the letter. He said he had won the trip through a sales contest at work: four months on a luxury cruise ship, meals included, island stops included, the kind of trip people like us usually only saw on television.
« We actually got lucky for once, » he said.
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