David bailed on daycare pickup three times last month. My mother-in-law, Eleanor’s Christmas comment about how Abbie « thankfully » had my husband’s eyes. The bank alert last spring to a transfer I didn’t recognize, and David’s easy shrug.
« Just helping Mom with something, babe. »
I always let such things go. Family peacekeeper, party of one.
Memories started nudging at me.
I dialed my husband for the fourth time that morning.