The comments were already coming in. Strangers were calling me lazy, irresponsible, a bad wife.
I felt the tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
That night, after putting the babies to sleep, I walked back into the living room and hugged Sam.
“I’m sorry,” I told him quietly. “Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out. We’ll celebrate being back together.”
He smiled, clearly pleased.